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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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| Shadies | Sep 16 2014, 04:18 AM Post #1 |
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It had been a while since Carver had gone out without some ulterior motive behind it, unfortunately today was no exception to that. From what he had heard prior to arriving at Hyakuji there was many a student who possessed treasures, as an enterprising treasure hunter Carver felt the need to see these important objects, sure he wouldn't steal them. There was no need to dirty his hands really, apart from occasionally breaking a few pointless rules like curfew or drawing a drop of blood to refresh Carnwennan's memory, it was nothing that ridiculous though. Holding his arm over his head he cursed the sun, of all the days why couldn't it just be a nice and cool one. The day that he decided to start working on his agenda had to be one that was hot. Not that the heat was enough to cause him to back down of course, just enough to make him complain. He was starting to severely regret the choice he had made to take his cloak with him on this day. Sighing he pulled the cloak's hood up and began his job, wondering around his eyes darting between people. An equal number of curious gazes were returned to him, he couldn't help but silently curse the lack of anything that interfered with vision that the cloak possessed. Any other sense apart from sight and touch it could block out as long as there was no hostile intentions but that didn't help a lot when you were wondering around school with a cloak that looked more suitable to being worn a thousand years ago in the forest as camouflage. That just made one stick out even more, of course the only reason he had indeed kept his cloak on him was to try and keep those who weren't looking at him in the dark but considering the number of gazes he was getting that seemed like a pointless endeavor He silently cursed as he began to imagine what people were thinking when they were looking at him. It was probably something along the lines of humor at how ridiculous he looked currently. Carver frowned, they were just lucky that they were able to count themselves blessed with their abilities. He'd give so much to be able to do half the feats that they could but unfortunately all he was capable of was gathering items which allowed him to do feats like that. It gnawed on his mind that regardless of what he did ultimately it would never really be because of him. Shaking the thoughts from his head he continued his observation, walking around the school grounds in his rather odd cloak. |
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| 184 | Sep 17 2014, 06:59 PM Post #2 |
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"I only steal things of immeasurable value. Like your love!"
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Theme: Dath Dibh A Chur Ar An Domhan A month had passed since his arrival in Hyakuji High. Thanks to Natsumi SCP-184 became more comfortable and well-acquainted with the world around him. He faced everyday with confidence. However, some things may never change and he was confident his dislike of crowds won't ever go away. Compromises must be had, after all! He felt more...confident about his powers. When he had learned that everyone else was special in their own way, confidence built up and soon enough, he no longer feared the strange ability he had himself. Albeit being rather...weak even compared to Natsumi's, just showing her his creations, his vision and art satisfied him. So, in his usual routine SCP-184 walked through the school grounds, seemingly intent to go somewhere. His uneasiness may not have left him, but atleast he learned to hide it well. In fact, he only ever loses his calm demeanor whenever someone presses him for anything. Quite a big step from the young man who always cowered right beside Natsumi whenever they were near a crowd. His destination was somewhere else, more precisely, Room 3-B. At first he planned to use it as a club room, but after he had learned they needed at least five others to be registered, he began to use the seldom-visited room as free space to build as he pleased. Though, he took out a strange, dodecahedron, stopping for a moment to glance at it. Just...what was this, anyways? It seemed so strange, being the only thing that Dr.Klein entrusted to him... He sought to find out, but it seemed like he was in no hurry for such. Walking through the clubhouses, he made sure to stop at the door to room 3-B. With a sigh, he opens the door and steps in...only to grasp the floor and slowly climb down from the other side in the room. Just...where did he go? Though he made the mistake of leaving the door open, it was strange how he up and just climbed straight down. Did he modify the room in any way? |
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| Shadies | Sep 18 2014, 05:15 AM Post #3 |
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Carver had found an unusual individual which he had decided to follow. He wasn't sure why but his gut instinct was telling him that something would come from following the individual. He noted the individual going into a room and then..... climbing down? Carver stopped in his tracks before turning around and beginning to walk away. He had a feeling that he would be walking straight into trouble if he continued to follow the individual, it was better to get out of the stupid situation before he walked into it right...? Cursing Carver walked back towards the room, ignoring his better judgement. He was in Hyakuji to see it's oddities and there was always a chance that whatever had caused whatever was happening in that room could be caused by an object. As he was walking towards it he tried wracking his brain to think of an item that could've caused it only to come up with nothing he knew of. |
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| 184 | Sep 18 2014, 11:00 PM Post #4 |
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"I only steal things of immeasurable value. Like your love!"
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There was no room, so to speak. Instead, it was just a plain, white wall and a tunnel downward. Just adjacent to the other side of the door was a ladder that led all the way down. Judging by the wall's interior, the change from typical grey dorm wallpaper to cold steel interior was just too jarring to be considered a coincidence. In fact, did someone really go through all the effort just to construct a room like this? The bars felt warm, definitely an indicator that the young man earlier really did come down the ladder. At the bottom of the ladder was an abrupt change in interior: now, the hallway so to speak resembled that of an underground tunnel: the change was so consistent that metal transitioned right into concrete upon setting foot there. Countless lights illuminated the pathway, the tunnel going quite far and onto a large, mahogany door in the distance. Such a strange form of architecture, the changes so nonsensical and the transitions almost nonexistent. This room...was well beyond the definition of bizarre. The door was that of a Renaissance design: carved finely into the wood was a fresco of a battle which actually depicted the triumph of Suleiman the First in the Battle of Mohács. The art piece was a design by a wood worker from his time, one that was featured in a museum. How strange for something to be right here, in an oddly constructed room that was well beyond the physical dimensions and financial costs of a normal club house room. But beyond the door, a verdant sight could be seen: a green house, though darkened from the lack of sunlight, illumination came from artificial sources hanging from above or propped up against the glass walls. At the center was the boy, standing perfectly straight. He seemed to have dropped a book, surrounded by the luxurious setting of a private reading room in Hyakuji's library. Again, no transition. If anything, it seemed like the room was haphazardly created there, even the walls and the roof were dettached as if directly copy and pasted right into the greenhouse. SCP-184 was uneasy, but he tried his best to hide it as he took a step back. "Who...are you?" he asks, the tension evident from his strained voice. The strange, black object from before sat upon a stack of books, all out in the open. |
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| Shadies | Sep 19 2014, 08:19 AM Post #5 |
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An impossibility... that was all that Carver could think of as he delved further into the wonderland that he had found himself in. Every bit of his body demanding that he turned around and walked away from the area but Carver ignored it, continuing on, listening as his curiosity egged him on. "Whoa, calm down there." Carver spoke as the white rabbit of this wonderland expressed a bit of concern. "I'm just a curious individual who happened upon this place." He wasn't exactly lying, sure he was technically following the individual before him but it wasn't like he had any intent to stumble into this place to begin with. "Oooh, what's that?" Carver expressed curiosity at the object behind the individual. He took several steps forward, if the person standing there didn't stop him then Carver would walk right past him. He was aiming to investigate the strange item that was set up the pile of books. |
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| 184 | Sep 19 2014, 10:31 AM Post #6 |
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"I only steal things of immeasurable value. Like your love!"
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Telling SCP-184 to calm down instead had the opposite effect. Taking yet another step back, it seemed as if he was ready to turn heel and run away. Strangers, especially ones that seemed persistent made 184 feel more than just distressed...he felt almost threatened. His mind returned to those bleak days, cowering in the corner as they would take him away...ignoring his pained cries asking the same questions over and over. 'It's alright...' they'd say. He would beg, he would cry and he would scream at the not to use the needles...but in the end...it all fell to deaf ears. He saw that man's visage upon Carver's. In a way, his panic and incraesing distress made the researcher's form envelop that of the young man's own. 'Come...don't worry...it won't hurt...I promi~se!' "N-No...S-s-...stay away! STAY AWAY!" He raised his voice, irises shrinking in utter fear. Apprehension paralyzed 184's form as he walked closer and closer. The rom around him seemingly darkened, hallucinating a space that was not where he stood: instead, he stood in the darkness, face to face with the amoral and pitiless researcher Dr.Silverman. Trembling, SCP-184 looked up, tears flowing freely from his eyes. His words could not be heard in SCP-184's mind. Horrific flashbacks flowed back into living memory, long suppressed and withheld now returning to him. The agonized, tense look ought to be proof enough. He would not stop coming. Then...words came from behind gritted teeth. "No...Stay away..." He murmured, his voice though quivering, echoed with contempt and anger. He thought he would come by him, given how the relic was just beside him. Walking closer to him seemed strange: if anything, it seemed like he was coming further and further away from him. His power manifested as SCP-184 yelled. "I SAID...STAY AWAY!" A room suddenly began to form around him and away from Carver, in effect blocking him from progressing further as it's walls begin to form. Like sand suddenly composing, the distance continued to push him further and further away. The boy looked angry, saddened and confused, if anything. Any more and the wall would form, separating the two behind a dormitory-style dry wall. SCP-184 fumbled, dropping a book and scattering a stack of texts that held the small object, holding it securely close, as if not wanting to part away with it. Edited by 184, Sep 19 2014, 10:33 AM.
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