Sengoku Horizon

Look towards the Horizon

The Warring States Period: Fierce warlords fought for control of Japan, and many would perish. When a warrior falls, where does the passion they once held go? Possibly into something dear such as a favorite weapon or heirloom. These heirlooms have been labeled as “relics”, and those that carry them are labeled as “Scions." Recently more and more of these special relics have been activating, signaling the start of a great change as ancient power meets the modern world!

Now For The Local News, 06/01/2018 The Chinese delegation have now arrived at the city of Edo. Making friends and learning about Edo Culture is their current aim! In other news it is also time for the school dance event! Please bring your characters along!

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 Considerations, What is that girl staring at?
Toasty
 Posted: May 6 2018, 02:04 PM
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Prim and proper in her brand new school uniform, Elin chewed on the inside of her cheek and silently fumed at all the memorabilia behind the glass cases in the entry halls. People milled around her ignored her for the most part; though, she thought to herself, that they wouldn’t ignore her for long if she was to act on her impulse to smash the cases out of spite. Instead she resolved to destroy the inside of her cheek with her teeth, running the thumb of one hand across the palm of the other over the coarse bandages that were wrapped around her palm and the warm texture of the length of the scar just under the cloth. Behind the glass were decrepit relics of times long past leering into the halls of the school in judgement of the students who labored under the yoke of their oppressive gaze.

Just what was so damned important about history? Why did people put so much weight on something that had already come to pass? It wasn’t just history though; it was also tradition, the expectations from the old to the young to perform, act, and be a certain way. These hunks of metal and wood weren’t anything but garbage, they’d long ago served the purpose that they were meant to serve. There was absolutely no reason to idolize the waste of space that lined the halls of the school. But no matter how ridiculous it was people, old people, still made these leavings into living breathing reminders that tradition must be followed.

Elin smoothed ran her hand through her hair to keep it down and smoothed her skirt a couple of times. Despite her resolve to not let it get to her the very sight of these old armors and weapons constantly casting their heavy gaze upon her was enough to crack the foundations. Gently she reached with the flats of her fingers to adjust her glasses at the stems and let out a calming breath to center herself.

Prim and proper in her uniform she was going to continue to play the part that she had been assigned. It wouldn’t do to make waves at this juncture, she didn’t yet have everything that she wanted in order to accomplish her goals. If she was going to see her family beg and posture at her feet then she would have to overpower them in absolutely every aspect that they prided themselves on. Her journey to this school had been a calculation, and now she needed to make use of the resources that had been afforded to her.

Her family would have never given her the opportunities to learn what she could learn here. Elin’s separation from her family and clan probably appeared like a blessing to them, and in the short term it might have been.

But those idiots weren’t shrewd enough to see things as widely as she could.

Elin quietly knelt to pick up her book bag and look about for the direction of her first class.

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 Posted: May 13 2018, 06:56 PM
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Once again, school had become a refuge, a safe zone. Although it wasn't entirely safe, the enemy could come storming through the gates at any moment and ruin everything. So Junko was prepared, unpleasantly prepared in some cases. She had received a few strange looks at first but more of her classmates mostly nodded in satisfaction that their assumptions had been proven right. But it wasn't as if it was her fault. Her mother had tried to raise a proper lad and with her mother in town, it had just made everything so very awkward. But Junko rarely let anything get her down for too long. All you had to do was take a deep breath and lock any discomfort away deep inside where it couldn't bother you at all.

Today was going to be a safe day, hopefully. Just a full day of classes and then club activities. Her mother hadn't been pleased to find out she was still shooting her bow each week but then that had been what happened at home too. At least her mother didn't know she was in the artillery path. Thank goodness for Mi-chan's friend who had gotten the dance student arm band for her. But faking a path was probably a good way to get in trouble, so Junko just kept that armband tucked into her clothes until she knew her mother might be around. For now, she had her normal school uniform on with the correct band and her white ribbon tying up her growing hair.

Junko maneuvered through the halls humming to herself and saying hello with a cheerful wave and smile to the rather significant people she knew. One of the perks of being cheerful and friendly as much as you could meant that you got to know a lot of people. She expertly stepped around and avoided people, even when she ended up walking backwards after a slightly long hello. Her relic had given her a rather unfortunate habit of not paying attention to where she was going in public areas. She knew where everyone was, that was for sure, but there were other dangers.

None reared their heads on the smooth floors of the school today though. So the habit survived a bit longer. Junko enjoyed the halls, seeing so many bodies moving around, above, below, and beside. Even the classrooms were bustling with energy. And there were a lot fewer small creatures hanging around that she could be distracted by. That was good. But among all that was a figure who was mostly standing still.

That caught Junko's attention. The little ball of energy usually only went still when she was hunting. She approached the still figure and saw a girl wearing a very nice and new uniform. That was neat, she liked meeting new people. And the girl was looking at all the old stuff the school had on display. Junko had spent a lot of time looking at it too, back when she first arrived. It was so cool to see where it had come from and she had scoured the place looking to see if she could find her dad anywhere on the stuff.

"Hello there. Sorry to intrude." Junko said as she came up next to the girl and bowed with a big grin on her face. "My name is Matsudaira Junko, are you a new student?"

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