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Post by TimePuppy on May 21, 2016 22:49:16 GMT
Arthur shook from the chills the headmaster's voice produced. The students think Helmethead is a vampire? What do they think the headmaster is? Dracula? A lich from the ancient graveyards of Babakatoo (or some other land he could make up on the spot)?
Not willing to mess with someone who sounded like that without a god enough reason, Arthur sat down on the couch. He was sure the others would arrive any moment now. He opened his palm and created an octahedron that floated and spun above it. He studied the figure for a few seconds before transforming it into a rose. Then a butterfly. Then an octahedron again and so on until the others arrived.
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Post by HungryHunter on May 23, 2016 5:59:25 GMT
Yuu took note of the young men's reaction to the helmeted man. She thought of turning Tsume over for his sexual harassment, but she decided to hold off on it. She could possibly hold that over him for information. "Thank you. And I will keep that in mind." While Yuu made a short bow and moved towards the meet up location, Martha turned to follow the other students towards the assembly, forcing Yuu to reach out and grab her. "You have to come too." Yuu reminded her and steered her towards the stairs. "I thought you didn't want my company." The muscular teenager grumbled. "You know I didn't mean that. I was trying to influence the punks. This mission is important to Marika." Yuu put a hand on Martha's shoulder, quickly shrugged off. "You don't need to remind me of who you care more about." Martha slipped away from the group to stand by Arthur.
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Post by Obscuris on May 24, 2016 0:53:35 GMT
Get up, eat, read, sleep. Life wasn’t interesting inside those four grey walls of his cell, deep within the JHWAB’s Shirokumo. Hiraki Tenkaito didn’t really care about that. For him, he had only changed one dull routing for another one. Other would think that being suddenly cursed by a stray spell, getting this close to the gates of the underworld and surviving to share your body with another entity would be a life changing experience. Hiraki had a different approach. For him, the only change was all the free time he had now that he wasn’t sitting twelve hours a day in an office, changing numbers from column to column. And from time to time, the sudden lost hours of consciousness when… the other guy woke up.
He grunted when he turned around in his bed. His muscles still ached like hell after the last time Ikari had taken over. At first the pain was enough the brake the dullness of his days but it wasn’t long until it became something of a background noise. Absently, he scratched the scars on the back of his hand that draw the kanji for beast on his skin. The last time Ikari had appeared they had brought some guy to the prision, Renji Fuku-something. The other guy had lost his fricking mind when he felt the immense power of that man, a martial artist or something like that. It took two days for him to calm down and Hiraki was still feeling the strain on his body. And the cell did too. It looked as a tornado had find its way into the tiny cell and destroyed everything in his path. The walls were scratched and dented in every possible way, the couple of books Hiraki had read a thousand times had been torn apart into a confetti of badly written novels.
The ex-office worker sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. After that last “incident", he was forced to sleep during daytime and stay awake during the night. Some experts in something had theorized that maybe Ikari wouldn’t sense that Renji guy if one of them was asleep when the other was awake. It seemed to work, but changing his sleeping patterns was turning out to be such a drag… That day it would be even worse. His morning nap was canceled because of his monthly medical exam. One that, as usual, he wasn’t looking forward to.
He would have given his right leg to stay there and sleep. Maybe like that time would pass faster, getting him closer to the inevitable embrace of death. Hiraki wondered a lot about that, even if that topic was as grim as it sounded. After all, what else could he do locked inside that prison? Even with all that in mind, he sighed and stood up when the guards opened the door to take him to the HQ. He found amusing that he was getting both hands and legs chained in thick handcuffs. Even with all that “it’s for your own good, so you don’t hurt yourself” nonsense the phycologist tried to feed him like a cranky baby, he knew that they were scared shitless of him and that stupid cuffs were the only thing that made them feel safe around him. No matter how useless they were if Ikari was the one trapped by them. Two guards guided him through the prison and towards the teleporter. They went through the usual security check ups before starting the whole process. Another thing that seemed interesting at first but lost its appeal quickly. After a few trips through that device, it started to get old very quickly. The travel was almost instant and the trio arrived at their destination in the blink of an eye.
Beside the guards, perfectly fit and covered in a heavy armor, Hiraki was barely worth watching. Dressed in Shirokumo’s inmate uniform, the oh so classical black and white stripped uniform, he wasn’t fat nor skinny, ugly nor pretty, tall or short. With thick black hair in a fringe just over his eyebrows and not even a single drop of will in his eyes, Hiraki Tenkaito was the embodiment of the word “inconsequential”. He had one of those faces without that you would forget the second your eyes drifted away from it.
Hiraki glanced around boringly at the hanger. Not much to see, as always. ‘Hm… that’s weird” he thought when he saw Iyana and another JHWAB agent standing a few meters away from him. “That bastard Iyana is there but I don’t recognize the other…” A dripping sound took him out of his musings and the terrified look on the guards face was enough to guess what was happening. He looked at the scar on his hand, oozing of black and dense substance.
The neutral man let out a helpless sigh. “Well… shit”. That’s going to hurt in the morning.
A loud puff was heard as Hiraki and the two guards disappeared into a sudden cloud of smoke. There was a moment of tense silence, broken by the rattling of broken chains snapping and bouncing against the floor. A tremendous sound of breaking bones were followed by the body of one of the guards suddenly shot into the ceiling, burying the poor guy waist deep into the roof with his inert legs hanging. The other guard yelled in terror and started shooting his machine gun, the bullets sparkled as if they were hitting solid steel and revealed a menacing shadow inside the smoke. It wasn’t much longer until that poor bastard flew out of the cloud as if he was shot by a cannon, his body passes so closed to Iyana’s head it practically shaved him.
Something inside the smoke tasted the air, with long and deep sniffs. “You…” the voice was powerful and guttural “You’re strong!”. Five meters in the air, one hundred kilograms of pure muscle inside a two meters vessel with spiky hair and sharp features, flew out of the smoke with a demonic grin on his face. “FIGHT ME!” he roared, plummeting towards Iyana and his escort. The smoke whirled around his right arm, ebony colored, as it was absorbed by small holes in the skin. Still in mid-air, the back of the cursed beast’s elbow shape shifted into thick spikes that expulsed the air at high speeds. Propelled by the sudden burst of air Ikari Tenkaito flew towards the Agent of Hatred, leaving a spiral trail of smoke behind him, and unleashed a swing towards his head. “ORRRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” his black fist was perfectly aimed and with that monstrous amount of strength and power behind it, that punch could break skulls like they were rotten watermelons.
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Post by waybig1010101 on May 29, 2016 6:23:42 GMT
After asking around and a couple of wrong turns later, a white hair transfer student finally manages to find the others. Entering the room with his hands behind his neck in a casual manner. "Hey guys!" shouts Shin as he starts waving one of his hands. As he moves forward, his right shoe seems to be sticking to the ground a bit. "What the hell..." He proceeds to balance himself on one foot perfectly as he examines his right sneaker, "When did I step in gum?" he asked to himself with a puzzled expression.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jun 6, 2016 0:34:33 GMT
Regroup at the Principal’s Office
Despite having to face evil crystal monsters and other Hidden World threats the Magic Girl was shaking like a leaf in a storm after the encounter with the gym teacher. As she made her way through the school heading towards the Headmaster’s office she thought back to Seicho. Shinshi seemed to notice something was on her mind and spoke to her through the telepathic link. “Are you thinking about that boy Kusuri? Or are you thinking of that terrifying instructor at the front of the school. I have face many terrors in my duties as a knight but that man tops nearly all of them.” Kusuri looked slightly back at Shinshi and wondered what about Shinshi past’s she had never actually ask him about his tenure as a knight, let alone what it was like where he came from. She started talking to quietly Shinshi hoping she didn’t draw any attention. “I’m thinking about Seicho. He seemed really nice and this device the Bureau gave him didn’t say anything weird about him just that he is normal. But he did say he was with the school newspaper. Maybe the other agents and I could use that to our advantage gathering information.” Shinshi nodded his head a smirk appearing on his little rabbit-like face. “Yes good point, you may have to get initiated or enlist in this newspaper guild. Or maybe you could use your leverage over the young man to garner his favor. He did seem too be interested in you, or at least your choice of undergarments.” (If one were to take the temperature in the area around Kusuri they would notice it did rise slightly from her comical anger) “I would appreciate if…you…NEVER…mention….that again.” The White Knight stood corrected the gym teacher may have been scaring but matched next to the anger of Kusuri that instructor may need to fear something else.
While the magical nurse was thinking Seicho the terrifying gym teacher was also on her mind, if that man was the gym teacher who else could be teacher in this school and what could the headmaster be like. This thought may her shiver a little but she relieved to see the other members of this investigation group near outside the office. “Hello everyone. Are we waiting for something?” With that Kusuri moves up next to Arthur as they await what the Headmaster could address to them.
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Post by Kuma on Jun 9, 2016 2:57:45 GMT
-Come on in. - The Headmaster invited the group in, his door buzzing to allow the group entry. The office was quite normal, except for the total lack of natural light, no windows nor vents. Two fluorescent tubes were the main source of illumination in the room, with a couple of desk lamps adding a bit more of radiance. The desk was made of dark mahogany and seemed quite expensive, so did the rest of the furniture. It was clear the school was pretty well off economically speaking, as the Headmaster office and the rest of the installation were absolutely spotless. Over the desk a minimalist ultrabook rested besides stacks of paper and a couple of pen, all extremely well organized, one could even say that it was OCD-ish.
–Take a seat. - The voice came from a tall man with tightly combed black hair, a stylish grey suit and glasses. He was extremely pale, sickly so, his eyes had a very peculiar shade of dark red, like blood under the moonlight. There were a lot of comfortable chairs in the office, clearly built as well for meetings. –From what I could gather you’re working for an organization inside the Japanese government that deals with criminal and terrorist activities inside the country, right?- That was the usual cover the JHWAB utilized any time they needed to infiltrate the Mundane World. –I allowed this intervention because it was pointed out to me that any other alternative course of action would force me to close the doors of my school and I’ve worked quite too many hours to be interrupted by a possible, yet still unproven, terrorist attack.-
He might not look very happy and his tone of voice didn’t quite transmit it, but the intensity in his eyes was easy to read, Kuroki Hanamori was clearly passionate for his work. –You won’t disturb the classes and you won’t harm the students, that are the only two rules I insist you follow, or this whole operation will not only stop, but also made public.- He glanced at the whole room, looking each face for a long time, in complete silence, before moving to the next person. –So please, enjoy your stay in my school learn something and please follow the rules I just explained to you.- He didn’t seem to be waiting for any kind of reply for the group, he was clearly and categorically ordering them. – The ones playing the part of students can leave, taking the stairs to the left of this office and then walking to the end of the hallway you will reach you will find a red door, all the equipment brought by Bushitora-san is there, alongside with instructions about its installation.-
He turned to Yuu, looking directly at her. –I might want to have a word with you Ms. Li, before you start serving as a teacher.-
-I hate this fucking place.- Ikari muttered as he swiftly crouched while grabbing Iyana’s leg. The Pathetic Bureaucrat didn’t even manage to utter a single syllable of complain before the Agent of Hatred stood up again swinging the skinny Iyana as a baseball bat, using him as makeshift weapon against his opponent’s charge. Ikari knew that this wouldn’t wound his new enemy, but his true aim was using the explosion of blood and gore caused by Iyana’s death to temporary blind the Berserker he was facing so he could kill the cams.
As he predicted Iyana exploded upon contact showering everything around him in blood and guts, while Ikari rolled out of the way, throwing small Purple Flame throwing knives to every camera around them. Hopefully the blood hindered the monsters vision enough for him to pull this move off, stand up and manifest one of this Hatred Blades from thin air, readying his guard. –I really hate this fucking place.- Still, even with hatred boiling inside his heart, he couldn't avoid feeling curious about Hikari's transformation, since he've never seen something like it before.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 9, 2016 7:17:39 GMT
"From what I could gather you’re working for an organization inside the Japanese government that deals with criminal and terrorist activities inside the country, right?" "Of course, sir." Yuu nodded. She gently put her hands on the backs of the younger dolls, signaling them to be let her do the talking. Their Japanese wasn't as strong as hers. She could see that the headmaster cared, and any mistake here could easily rouse suspicion. She ignored how Martha stiffened at her touch and steered the two towards the door. She bent to whisper in Martha's ear. "See what you can do about befriending the athletes. And absolutely no breaking rules." With a final pat on the back, she sent them off. "Now sir, what did you want from me?"
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Post by TimePuppy on Jun 10, 2016 16:01:08 GMT
"Don't worry, sir. Breaking any of those rules would be counterproductive for our cause. We thank you for your time." Arthur got up. "Come on you guys. We need to get ready." He left with the others and went upstairs. The red door certainly stuck out. Well, they need to set up everything before class starts so better to get this over with now.
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Post by Obscuris on Jun 16, 2016 22:11:57 GMT
Iyana’s body was no match for the monstrous strength the Cursed Beast had gained. No match at all. Saying that the JHWAB arrogant officer was dead just wasn’t enough. Ikari’s black knuckles broke through cloth, Kevlar, skin, flesh and bone like a knife through half melted butter. The fist pierced through Iyana’s back with enough force to split his body in half, unleashing a storm of blood and guts. The other Ikari’s plan worked like a charm, as Iyana’s insides splattered in the Berseker’s face and covered his eyes in a crimson mist. What the Agent of Hatred didn’t know, was how little did Ikari needed his eyes.
The Yajuu no Yoroi was extremely sensitive towards any kind of energy and even a source small as a candle was bright as the sun for the user of the Seal. And the Agent of Hatred was way more powerful than just a candle. Before he could even land from his massive jump, Ikari’s head followed his opponent across the room and his furious grin was turned into acid. “Come on! Don’t fight like a little bitch!” he roared and he reached for something white and long, that fell inside the cloud of blood. His fist clenched that object and its spiky edges cracked under his tight grip “COME AND FACE ME!” with a quick swing, he threw what he had towards Ikari with frightening speed. What flew towards the Agent of Hatred was circular and soft thing, with something like a tail flaring behind it. Even tainted in blood, he was probably fast enough to notice was it was. Iyana’s lifeless head. With its entire spine still attached.
The Cursed Beast’s attack wasn’t finished yet. Without even taking the time to clean his eyes, his feet broke the tiles beneath them as he dashed towards his prey. Hiding behind the grotesque bullet called Iyana and trying to find the other Ikari with his guard down, the JHWAB prisoner blitzed forward and tried to trap Ikari’s head between his arms and deliver a powerful knee strike to his forehead.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 17, 2016 4:56:34 GMT
Ignoring the headmaster's negative attitude, or rather Shin does not notice his cold personality, the teenager just waves his hand and shouts as if he has known the man for years, "See you later Headmaster!" Shin follows the others. As they walk towards the red door he begins to talk to everyone around him. "MAN! This going to be awesome! Guys! Let's be the best transfer students possible!" thinking about the students he meet earlier, especially the one with the insane killing intent, he continues to say, "Who knows? Maybe we can make some friends here." he finished without a smile on his face.
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Post by Kuma on Jun 25, 2016 22:53:25 GMT
The room granted by the headmaster was quite large, almost 10 mts X 10 mts. Every wall had some kind of computer or piece of high tech equipment, everything haphazardly arranged to fit the space that seemed to be much less of its real size thanks to the disorder. Clearly who placed the equipment wasn’t very keen on organizing this kind of stuff, it could be called “makeshift” at best, seeing how some of the consoles were supported by small piles of books taken from a shelf, now empty from books (Most lying in the floor in disorganized piles) and occupied by binders to hold any data readings the older equipment, that still needed to print stuff, gave out. The machines were connected to every available socket and then some, some even connected to several power strips placed around the room in a throwaway manner.
In the middle of the room there was a table with enough chairs for the whole group and some written instructions neatly folded. The handwriting was exquisite, even if it was done with a shoddy pen into even shoddier paper. It had the following message written on it.
“Instructions for the monitoring room: • Turn on every console and machine in the room • Place any of the cellphones given to you in the main energy relay to activate the network connection. • The equipment is automatic; it will handle the harder part of your job, keeping a constant network of sensors to detect any Hidden World activity on the installation and the surroundings. • If anybody seems broken please contact us back in the Inn Shin Bushitora.”
Another paper had a second instruction, a bit more rushed, and considering the paper was a Omnyo Charm it was obvious Norio sent it.
“Innoue-san, please return to the Inn, there is an issue with your JHWAB file, you aren’t clear for the mission.”
-Ms. Li, I must admit this whole situation is unorthodox. - The Headmaster stood up, he was freakishly tall, long legs and long arms, even long neck. – You must think that as well, I don’t quite understand what kind of work you and the others do, but I can tell it isn’t something akin to what I strive for.- He started sounding cordial for a second and quickly corrected that, his tone growing darker, as he walked around the desk, each he took filled the office with an eerie atmosphere. –I had my reserves about this whole mission, especially about you, as is easy to pretend being a student, but playing the part of a teacher.- He stopped just a couple of meters away from Yuu, looking at her with what could be classified as utter contempt.
-I only wish to reach the higher tiers of education, giving my students the best possible teachers and study plans.- His voice getting somber by the second. –So you can understand that your presence here is clearly endangering my ideals.- Kuroki slowly joined his hands in front his waist and turned his head, only slightly, so one of his eyes could be seen without the interference of his glasses, shining with anger. –With that in mind I only have one question for you.- The Headmaster voice was colder than a night in the Arctic Circle, the whole room seemed to get as cold for a moment, until any tension or heavy atmosphere vanished, as if it was never there when with a gentle, yet devoid of happiness, smile Kuroki asked. –Would you mind telling me about your credentials and your field of expertise? I want to know what role you can play in my school.-
The Agent of Hatred slightly opened his eyes, a hint on amazement on them, as he stared at the carnage. His opponent seemed to be the kind of warrior who works more on instinct than reason. “Easy prey” Ikari thought to himself as he sidestepped Iyana’s detached head. –YOU WANT A FIGHT!?- The Agent of Hatred roared at the incoming Cursed Berserker. Ikari didn’t show a shred of hesitation, charging towards his hulking opponent. The Renegade Operative power slid on the floor, going under his enemy’s lethal grip and using his knee as an axis he spun, releasing an Iai slash directed to the back of the Cursed Berserker Knee, to slow him down.
As he finished the movement, back stepping to create distance after the maneuver, he stood up, summoning a second sword out of thin air. –You’ve got one…- His sinister smile got wider. –Come and get it.-
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Post by TimePuppy on Jun 26, 2016 18:07:33 GMT
As soon as the door was opened, Arthur recoiled in horror. "What... Is this...? They expect us to work with this old..." He wanted to say junk, but the JHWAB were probably listening in on them and he didn't want to outright offend them. "With this machinery? Sigh, it's my job to improve and spread technological advancements through the world, so to think a giant organisation is still using this stuff is really quite shocking." The frost wolf shook his head in disappointment but he knew there was no time to waste on being disgusted.
"Right, we need to get cracking. Martha, could you help me plug in and set up all the machinery? We'll need to do some reorganizing to make sure this fire hazard doesn't become a firebomb. Jane, you should find the energy relay and plug in our phones." He said while handing the girl his phone. "Shin... You... You just find a nice place to sit down. We'll call you if we need another pair of hands to lift anything."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 27, 2016 5:06:28 GMT
Martha walked into the command room, glanced at the first line of the note, and bolted around the room in a blur of white to turn everything on. "I don't see anything wrong with the layout." She mumbled, eyes looking over the mess in a way that suggested she didn't see it. Jane gathered up the phones and paused to check the list. She bit her lip when she saw that Kusuri was called back to HQ for an issue with her JHWAB file.
If they noticed something like that, could the dolls be next? She turned away and clambered up on the counter to access the relay. As nervous as she was, she felt a rush of excitement. This was her first time going to school. "When do we go to class? That's what you do, right?" She asked Shin, figuring he would know best.
Yuu grew increasingly worried the longer she was alone in here. The headmaster was subtly uncanny. She wished she could snap a shot of him, as unlikely as it was that he was the culprit. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when he asked his question. "I have a Bachelor's in Psychology from the University of California and have some homeschooling experience." She spoke mostly truthfully. She had taught Cosmina a lot of her material and had taken online courses to earn a degree. She regretted that she didn't actually pursue a teaching certificate. It was a nice normal career that suited her talents.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 1, 2016 4:07:50 GMT
"Good Question! replied Shin to Martha, noticing her excitement has in turn breath new energy into his body "I'm no expect to the whole concept of school. But I'm pretty sure students go to class. So let's go discover our class!" Shin prepares to leave the room, but at the last second he recalls the cellphones. "Oh wait-" He rushes over to the monitors and throws his cellphone at the monitors, thinking that the phone will work like magic to do what it needs to do. Instead, his phone just penetrates right through the monitors's screen. A few seconds go by before a couple of sparks begin to dance around the the edges of the cracks. Not knowing what is happening Shin turns to Martha and asks, "You think that means the device is ready to be used?"
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Post by Obscuris on Jul 4, 2016 2:45:43 GMT
After the Ikari’s skillful (and stylish) dodge, the Cursed Beast’s knee found nothing but air as it passed harmlessly over the former agent’s head. Until he reached the column behind them, that is. Unable or unwilling to stop his momentum, Ikari’s knee sank deep into the concrete and left a melon sized crater in its side. As a testament to his impossible strength, the power of the strike was transferred through the column to both the ground and the ceiling, causing a miniature earthquake on the hangar. Pulverized concrete fell like a waterfall from the hole as Ikari forced his leg out of the column with an annoyed growl.
“Sneaky bastard…” Ikari grunted as he cleaned Iyana’s blood from his eyes and ran his black thumb through the deep wound his opponent had left him. The Cursed Beast sniffed his own blood and his nose wrinkled in a disgusted grimace. With the same disgust he watched as his foe took some distance. “You smell” the berserker seemed to chew on the words “Like rum and metal” After all that time locked away in the fucking prison, this wasn’t the fight he was waiting for. Why someone with that power would just ran away from him? Come and give me a good fight already! Luckily, his opponent was going to humor him.
A ferocious grin replaced Ikari’s bitter gesture when his opponent openly challenged him. With roar, more beast than human, the Cursed Beast dug his fingers in the ground and blitzed towards the Agent of Hatred, leaving a trace of blood behind him. Before getting close enough, he left the ground with a massive jump before plummeting to the ground, in a way very similar to the attack that exploded Iyana. However, Ikari’s fist changed directions at the last moment. Instead of going for his opponent’s head, the Cursed beast directed his attack to the ground. His monstrous strength broke cracked the floor with the sole purpose of unbalance the Agent of hatred.
But his offensive didn’t end there. Even in his precarious position, with his hand trapped wrist deep between the tiles, the Cursed Beast wasn’t defenseless. The ebony substance his right fist was made from suddenly twisted itself like wet cloth and untangled just as fast. The force travelled through Ikari’s shoulder and made him spin brusquely in his place, allowing him to send a sideways axe kick aimed to his foe’s ribs.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 5, 2016 3:04:15 GMT
-That seems to be more than enough qualification. - Kuroki face seemed to relax a bit. –I was worried that whoever took the position of teacher wouldn’t be capable enough to withhold the standards of this institution, but knowing about your studies takes a weight of my back. - The Headmaster extended his hand to stretch Yuu’s. –I hope everything you came to do to my school goes swimmingly and without problems, for both of our sakes. – His skin was soft like velvet and cold like a winter morning. –You should visit the teacher lounge, so you can meet your temporary colleagues. You will take care of the classes for 1st and 3rd Year Psychology, the homeroom teachers are Chairo Mizumi and Aoi Hisaki, respectively.- A strange smile appeared on the Headmaster’s face. –If you have any problems with the students you should ask them for assistance.-
The broken screen started sparking out and emitting smoke. Slowly the electrical disturbances died out and suddenly, from out of every cellphone in the room a voice could be heard.
-Bzzt This is what we get for hiring amateurs Bzzt-
Each word of the phrase seemed to come from a different device, as if something was travelling between them. The next step of this strange communication was in some of the monitors that lit up showing the face of a young blue haired teen with headphones.
-Bzzt Hello Angels…. Always wanted to say that… Bzzt. –
It wasn’t a perfect video, it was kind of cut off, jumping frames and surrounded by static. It seemed more as if the static was a curtain she was pulling rather than a technological phenomenon. She smiled and winked.
-Bzzt But I can’t blame you guys, I screwed up like that in my first mission as well, but on a diplomatic catastrophe level… Bzzt. –
She noticed that they would surely be watching her in shock and hit her palm against her forehead while giving a clumsy smile. -Bzzt… Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself… My name is Akane Kikkawa, member of the Kikkawa Clan and the JHWAB, I’m Norio’s personal assistant, Is a pleasure to meet you all face to face… Bzzt. –
Her face was jumping from monitor to monitor, while her voice came out of the phones. It was quite unsettling, as she was using the Kikkawa Ninjutsu, developed for the Shinobi of the Digital Age. Basically she could perform Astral Travels, but instead of just leaving her body Akane, and her family, managed to enter inside technology. Her body was back in the Inn, being protected and cared for by Norio using IVs.
-Bzzt… I will be helping you from inside the cellphones and any other technological appliance. So if you need to get something hacked or if you need to look into something. Now please put one of the phones in the socket for a minute, so I can download myself into the equipment to calibrate it. Bzzt. –
The Agent of Hatred so his opponent coming and as soon as the Cursed Beast jumped Ikari replied in kind, back flipping to avoid the shockwave of the attack. He didn’t consider the inhuman strength of his enemy and when he landed the ground was jagged and irregular, making it really difficult to get proper footing, leaving him open to an attack. Tenkaito didn’t hesitate and charged forward, using his Cursed Arm to allow an impossible movement. Ikari’s kick was incoming and the Agent of Hatred took a decision.
-FUCK THIS! STEALTH IS FOR LOSERS! - He proclaimed as he drew even more power from his medal. A black full plate armor of gothic design, shining like obsidian under the moon manifested on his body, covering his arm, coating it in solid hatred. Ikari shouldn’t have done that, as the HQ was prepared to detect Gainen energy, and even if DGT was hacking the security systems. (Thanks to the nanobots brought by the JHWAB itself when they retrieved the Nexus stone from Kyoto earlier this year) Somebody would notice sooner or later.
His fortified hand received the blow, reducing its damage and diminishing the pushing force behind it. Yet it wasn’t enough as Ikari was sent flying to the side, crashing against one of the concrete pillars holding the hangar, imbedding himself into it. The Agent of Hatred glared at his enemy, popping his bones as he jumped off the newly formed crater landing in the ground with a smile that could freeze the blood in the veins of the bravest men. –I hate muscle brained idiots like you…- Dark purple flames surged from his body, forming into a fan of blades on his back. He cleaned the blood dripping from the side of his mouth and spitted the ground.
-I... HATE... THEM!- He roared charging towards Ikari launching many of the blades with his mind, while he carried one in each hand ready to unleash a cross slash to the Cursed Beast chest, who, hopefully, would be too occupied with the other Blades of Hatred to react.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 5, 2016 15:13:09 GMT
Arthur took a deep breath, held it for 3 seconds and exhaled. Using tiny pieces of ice, he pulled the phone out of the broken screen. Then he calmly approached Shin, put his hands on his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes.
"I told you to just sit down and let us deal with it. It's not time for classes yet. I'll tell you when it is. Now, don't touch anything else, okay? Just sit down and breath quietly." His voice was surprisingly calm. In truth, the only thing keeping the young Mizakura's eardrums in one piece at the moment was his age. He was still under the protection of lady Wolfenhardt.
As soon as he was finished with his pleading "order" to Shin, the screens in the room activated and a voice came out of their phones. When she finished her explanation of everything, Arthur said, "First, I would like to apologize in his name. I would offer to pay for any damages, but..." The broken screen started repairing itself. The broken pieces started flying back into the position they were in before the phone shattered it and a piece of Arthur's soul with it. "...This seems a lot more efficient. Now, I guess I'll plug mine in first. Shin, you just remember what I said. Sit down and breathe quietly. You'll get your phone back when we're done with this."
And Arthur plugged in his phone.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 5, 2016 16:42:22 GMT
"EEP!" Jane fell off the counter in fear. Tiny flecks of foam fell down on the room, eating little holes in whatever they landed on. "Techno ghosts! Just like in that comic about techno ghosts!" She wailed. "Jane!" Martha picked Jane up, quickly inspecting her for injury. "Be more careful. It's not ghosts!" She chided, gently setting Jane in a chair. Jane leaned forward and actually looked at the face in the monitors for a second. Oh, she was pretty. Even if she might be a ghost.
Martha tapped on the monitor while it was showing Akane's face, wondering how she got in there. "This isn't exactly what I'd call face to face. And that was the dope with the swords. The rest of us know how to handle a phone." Martha neglected to mention that her phone at home had more cracks in its face than Martha herself after she picked a fight with a spirit boxer a few weeks back.
Yuu noted the feel of the Headmaster's hand when she took it. She was still suspicious of him, but he really did seem to put his students first. "Thank you, sir. Can you direct me to the teacher's lounge?" While there was the stress of the assignment, she hadn't felt so calm in a while. She would actually be among adults. Rational, non tantrum throwing, never killed anybody in their life adults. Well, that was her hope at least. With her luck they'd be as eccentric as the worst of her children.
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Post by Obscuris on Jul 7, 2016 2:03:57 GMT
The Agents of Hate’s roar was like music to Ikari’s ears, the burning sensations on his heel was sweetest of sensations. The Cursed Berserker regained his footing after his last attack, using the momentum of that impossible kick to spin and twist back to his feet as his yanked his hand off the ground. He looked up, to see his opponent burst into purple flames and materializing an infinity of dark blades. And at that moment, nothing more mattered to Ikari.
For a moment everything seem to stop, as he felt his blood boiling and the adrenaline rushing wildly through his veins. A more cautious and sane fighter would have taken some distance and thought their next moves as that wall of sharp death went towards them. But Ikari was none of those things. What came out of the Cursed Beast’s throat couldn’t be described as just a roar, the way the whole hangar to trembled as it rang would made it be considered more as a thunder. The searing pain on the back of his knee was numb. The months he spent trapped like an animal on Shirokumo weren’t even on his mind. The sulfuric stench of the unleashed Gainen flames that burnt his sense disappeared. He didn’t notice the crimson grooves that cut through his flesh as he walked forward, one step at a time, slapping away the most dangerous projectiles with his cursed hand as only defense. And that mere draft of a defense banished once he caught a glimpse of his opponent dashing towards him. The Cursed Berserker answered with his own charge, relying only on his instinct to dodge the swords that would leave him unable to fight at his fullest while the others reached him and left dozens of small wounds.
As he leapt towards his opponent, Ikari felt more freedom that any normal human could ever hope to achieve. That was what he was looking for, the one and only thing he was made for. That was what those weakling guards of the JHWAB were unable to give him. The thrill of charging towards your opponent head on, to wound and get wounded. To get up after getting knocked down. That was the sole reason for his existence, what filled him with an infinite joy.
A brawl.
Down there, deep in the JHWAB HQ, two Ikaris clashed. Raging hate versus the wild joy of battle. As the Agent of Hatred prepared a powerful cross slash, Ikari dashed with lighting speed and extended his cursed arm towards his opponent’s weapons. The ebony fingers closed over the spot where the blades crossed, locking the metal in the middle of the attack. The strength behind the both charges was such that the collision provoked small shockwaves, which sent flying pieces of concrete and blades all around the hangar. The blades grinded against each other and against Ikari’s hardened skin as he pulled himself closer to his opponent. “Hate me!” the Cursed Beast barked face to face to Ikari, covered in blood from his countless of wounds. A ferocious grin brightened his tough features, letting through a million tiny emotions “Love me! Curse me! I don’t care at all! AS LONG AS YOU GIVE ME A DECENT BATTLE!”
For a mere instant, the fighters stood just a few inches away from each other and it seemed as if the Cursed Beast was matched with his the Agent of Hatred. But that instant passed. The wound on Ikari’s knee spat a stream of blood and the Berserker suddenly lost his footing. With his grip still tight over the swords but unable to hold his foe’s charge, Ikari left a trail of broken tiles as he was pushed backwards and stumbled.
“Damn you!” He roared “You are coming down with me!” In an almost suicidal action, the cursed skin changed its density and allowed the swords to pass through them like a knife through butter. The blades reached the Berserker in the chest, leaving twin deep wounds that made him scream in pain. Yet, Ikari was able to shot his hand towards the Agent of Hate’s neck, a path now free of swords. The Cursed Beast reached for Ikari’s neck, trying to catch him off guard and bash his head against the ground as they both stumbled backwards.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 9, 2016 1:54:37 GMT
Shin is perplex by the tech lady and Arthur's attitude. He seems to be surprising calm about the whole ordeal, meanwhile he is sort of freaking out that a lady exists in the computers. "But..How!...the lady...Computer!..." He slowly walks away from the computers and begins to ponder over the concept that someone could be inside technology. Then his mind changes as he starts to wonder if their is a way to learn the ability. -Is that a skill that can be learned? Maybe I can use that to help me understand technology.- He waits patiently in a chair on the far side of the room as he attempts to figure out how he could use this new discovery to better his own set of skills, yet at the same time he couldn't understand why one would even need to be able to become one with the technology. -Damn, why can't this world be simple like back home-
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