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, 04/01/2018 The Chinese delegation have now arrived at the city of Edo. They have come to learn more about the state of Japan, the Shogunate, and it's Scions. We will be having a Lunar New Year's celebration, a school dance, and a combat tournament with them!

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May 17 2018, 04:53 PM
It had been a long time coming but after a very long time, Junko was forced to admit the truth. She just wasn't as good at hunting as she had been a few years ago. People said a skill could get rusty if it wasn't used often enough and she hadn't gone hunting properly in ages. Sneaking around the local woods wasn't enough. Sure, you could find some wild animals but she hadn't been given permission to hunt so it was just a matter of sitting around doing nothing. The tracking led only to a fleeing creature. The whole event had become more of a healthy hike than a sport of skill. She was starting to lose the patience to sit or kneel in one spot for hours waiting for the prey to venture forth because there was so little point to it.

Junko was not going to accept this lying down. She wasn't going to take it standing up either. There was no taking that would be happening. She needed to get her butt back to work and relearn some of those old skills. After all, it was just like riding a bike. Probably. She couldn't ride a bike any more either. Trouble was, on her own the training was going super poorly. It was so easy to be distracted, even when she took out her hair ribbon and closed her eyes so that the world was dark, it was too hard to stay still. She needed help.

Most of her friends wouldn't do. They tended to vary in personality and activity, but really they didn't have the temperament. Most of the archery club would be content with just shooting arrows constantly. They didn't have the patience Junko needed. But she had heard rumors of the assassins, masters of stealth. That sounded like her scene. After all, hunting was totally like assassination, except with animals that you ate instead of people that you didn't. At least, Junko hoped they didn't, you heard weird stories about the assassin track.

Of course, it was hard to find them, they didn't wear armbands, at least, often not the right ones. And so many of them claimed to be too busy to help her learn something as casual as standing still. Others seemed confused. Like, they didn't understand how a person could have trouble staying still for hours on end. It really was a conundrum. But persistence paid off and Junko learned of a ninja who had been at the school for years. A guy who rarely moved at all and was nearly sedentary. That's what she needed. Also, since he didn't go anywhere, he would certainly have the time to help her out.

Which explained why she was there, in front of Jinn's shoe locker as classes got out. She fiddled with her skirt nervously. Would he say yes? Would he say no? She really needed this, he was her last hope unless she managed to find somebody else. Hopefully he had gone to class today and had to get his shoes. If he tried to sneak past her, though, she was ready. Ninja were tricky people and she wouldn't put it past one to leave her waiting all afternoon. She was monitoring any body that passed by, even before they came into visual view. She'd gotten a basic description of Jinn so she wouldn't let him get past her.
Apr 20 2018, 06:42 PM
Alright, so I've been thinking about stuff and I thought maybe relics could step up even further. Mostly based on some thoughts inspired by Bu's training regiment for people. So there's the option to buy new powers, right? Well how about Power+ or even Power++?

So what I'm thinking is this, upgrades that require everything else to be unlocked, all the way up through awakened mode. You've completely synced up with your relic, so the next step is to take your previous unsynced powers to the next level. So this would be something like even faster recharge rates, 5 rounds to 3, or 3 rounds to 2, or 2 rounds to 1. Cut in half rounded up, doncha know. Or maybe you can shoot double fireballs, or increase the scary aura by an extra 50%. You know, +.
Mar 13 2018, 07:57 PM
Bu rested her head in her left hand as she idly turned another page in her magazine. She had a stack of graph paper next to her but she wasn't working on any kind of math. Instead, she had lists and diagrams of vehicle parts with ratings and numbers beside them . She hadn't been paid yet, she likely wouldn't be seeing much of a big paycheck until the game launched, but she had gotten a little cash for her work so far. That money wasn't going to go anywhere near far enough to get her a new bike but it was a start. She had decided that if she was going to get herself a new bike, she would do it right.

The new bike would be custom from the ground up. There were loads of things out of her ability, like building an engine, but she could at least choose the one she wanted. The trick was getting a bike with kick that could power through whatever force held it back. The primary force being gravity, if Bu was being honest. Her stone added a heck of a lot of weight and she wanted a bike that could cope.

The engine would have to be beefy, but too wide would make the thing awkward, she needed a longer one, or to place it further back on the bike. There were so many factors but she loved bikes, and she was willing to research every solitary screw if it meant that she could get herself a rocket as durable as she was.

Not that Bu intended to crash it a lot, but she was a very charge forward kind of girl, and throwing herself into the fray meant the bike had to fly in as well. Quite often there wasn't time for such niceties as parking and kickstands. She was pretty sure she could handle a crash into the wall, she'd managed falling off the roof easily enough and that was when she'd first gotten here. Bu had gotten a lot tougher since then. No, the worry was the bike.

She started drawing a new body shape, this one a lot close to a trike than a motorcycle. That would let it have a heavier engine and it could have heavier armor. It didn't feel like a proper bike though. Maybe what she was after didn't exist yet. Actually ordering a custom body might be difficult. She chewed on the back of her pencil. What a pain.
Jan 23 2018, 04:01 PM
Damn that Hiroshi. hell, damn Yoshio and Mitsuho and all the rest of the bastards. Bu sat in the back corner of the crowded club as droning music pumped throughout and flashing lights came from the crowd. The darkness here was a welcome change. She sipped the orange juice she'd gotten from the bar with barely hidden disgust. There was a significant lack of things for her to drink, the bastards had carded her despite her being surrounded by a bunch of legal guys. What a scam.

It was saturday night and the whole team had decided to go out to the club. It had been a productive day for the guys so they wanted to celebrate. Annoyingly, Bu was the only girl who was willing to join in on the fun. Azami had gone home to her kids and Sakei had claimed a headache. Bu knew she wasn't the party girl type anyway, probably didn't want to go somewhere where the drinks were flowing and you had to stay sober. Smart girl. Bu envied her decision making skills. Would have been nice to have some company though.

Honestly, most of the guys weren't that bad. They were weirdos and pervs but that's what you got when you went to the more niche side of work experience. They'd been lucky to get her and she knew it and they knew it. But it wasn't like she looked down on them, everyone had their niche. The only one she didn't like was Hiroshi who was the guy in charge. They'd clashed pretty quick too but she'd come out on top and now it seemed like he was trying to spite her, that is, whenever he could get away with not being close enough to hit. Coward.

Whatever, she thought she could handle it but somehow he managed to push her further than expected. Sure, she'd revealed the whole idol history to the gang, that was part of what got her the job. But Hiroshi must have figured out that she didn't want it getting out. She hadn't given him enough credit, it would seem. Bu had been mildly enjoying herself, hanging out with the guys, ignoring the dudes who came over to talk to chat her up. Maybe they thought she was with one of the gang, they certainly seemed ballsy enough to make a move with a girl surrounded by men. Not that the men in the group were especially good looking, or athletic, or of any note. Still, rude.

But Hiroshi had disappeared, lost somewhere in the crowd while they all were dancing. She hadn't an idea of where she went and she didn't care, at least, not until the music stopped and the DJ came on. The bastard had gotten to the DJ. She was outed, nobody called her out specifically but the words still stung. He announced that a former idol was in the club, said her old name, played one of her old songs. Bu couldn't take it. She broke away from the gang and took up perch here in the darkness.

How was she going to play this one the next day? Had the other guys seen she was upset? It was dark and the flashing lights on the dance floor were distracting. Maybe they hadn't. She stared down at her drink and was horrified to find several drops of water on the table around it. She was crying.
Jan 21 2018, 12:15 AM
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<span class="name">SOMA, Jugemu Ishiwa Kiiarda Sukekiyo Unkai Yakumo Neyume Yabukōji Sumako-no Sueno</span>
<span class="sub1">of the Soma Clan</span>
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• 20 AND FEMALE<br>
• AIZUWAKAMATSU, IWAKI<br>
• THIRD YEAR - TEACHER<br>

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• INFILTRATION - ASSASSIN <br>
• Cooking Class<br>
• Apothecary club<br>
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<CENTER><B>APPEARANCE</B></center>
<br>HAIR: Light brown, chest length hair that is usually loose unless she's cooking at which time she ties it into a ponytail to keep it out of the way.
<br>EYES: A rather bright blue.
<br>HEIGHT: 5'9"
<br>BODY TYPE: Average
<br>STYLE: Mu-chan likes to be comfortable but she accepts that she needs to look professional to some degree. Especially if she wants to be a teacher. That said, she teaches cooking so the clothes are bound to get dirty, stained, and who knows what else. To that end, she tends to wear cheap and comfortable clothing in muted colors cut in a professional style. And, of course, a great number of aprons
<br>OTHER: No really identifying traits at all.
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<CENTER><b>TRAITS</b></CENTER><br>
Please write a brief summary of your character's personality here.
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<br>STRENGTHS: A brilliant chef, an encyclopedic knowledge of poison, and a kindly smile.
<br>WEAKNESSES: A sadistic streak, spicy food, and a love of love.
<br>LIKES: Cake, pastries, pretty things, pretty people, virulent toxins, boys, girls, animals. But they must be cute.
<br>DISLIKES: Heartbreak, people breaking up with her, spicy food, ugly things, and people who don't take her classes seriously.
<br>AMBITIONS: Mu-chan wants to be a teacher, not really world famous, not even famous throughout Japan, she just wants to be a known and respected educator who helps lead young boys and girls into the world of culinary arts. And maybe show them how to elevate the art of poisoning a target beyond a casual bottle and cup of tea.
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<CENTER><b>COMBAT</b></CENTER><br>


WEAPON: Knives, from bread knives to meat cleavers, she is a master with the kitchen blade. Not to mention a not inconsiderable skill with a hand held blow torch for creme brulee.


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<CENTER><b>HISTORY</b></CENTER><br>
<br>FAMILY:
<br>• Hiroki Soma (dead)
<br>• Nanako Soma (dead)
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<br>BACKGROUND:
One early april morning, the sun shone down on the town of Aizuwakamatsu and through the window of a large house to rest on the pudgy face of an unnamed baby. This was, perhaps, where the trouble started for that little girl. It had been several days after several tedious months and her parents had managed to agree on not a single name. They were not entirely young, the child had been considered a last hope amond the main branch of the family.
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For here in this village, the Soma clan were in control, for what little that mattered as they were in the shadow of their neighbors, time and time again. There was a fear that the clan might die out with the young girl's parents. Not actually of course, there were cousins and other lines, but this was the most direct line of succession and the clan was already weakened enough as it was. No reason to take chances. Fortune finally smiled and the baby was born, a baby upon whom they could place their hopes and their dreams. The future of the clan could rest on her flabby baby shoulders.
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Obviously, such an important child needed a name that would reflect her birth, reflect her status, reflect all that awaited her. But also, she would need a name that conveyed beauty, that represented her spirit, and would bring her happiness and luck as if it were a golden charm that none could steal from her. This was a tall order and none had managed to solve it. It was even considered that all the options might be put into a hat and drawn, but a baby such as this, with so much riding on her future, that could not be left up to chance. So the baby's parents took her and a select group of names to a soothsayer. Surely they would know the best option.
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The soothsayer listened to the trouble of the parents and looked at the baby who was eagerly pawing at the dangling baubles of her earrings. The girl's actions made her laugh and, in laughing, she was reminded of a joke. An old folktale of sorts about a man with a name stuffed full of meaning, where the name itself required quick wit, a sharp tongue, and required a great deal of patience. A name that held meanings within meanings. So the soothsayer took the list of names and tore it apart. Then she rearranged it and added the name Jugemu as the topmost name. This and all of the rest would be her name.
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Jugemu's parents were not entirely satisfied with this, but they had not made the effort simply to throw away the results. On their return, the baby was named, and named, and named again. Several times by the end of it, leading to a baby with a name far too big for it and a future too heavy.
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Despite all that, Jugemu's child was normal, at least, she thought so. There was basic schooling, classes on etiquette and behaviour. She was taught the history of her clan, and how important it was that she do great things, attract attention, and impress the more powerful nobility once she'd left the Soma land. Her name was, after all, on the Bugei books from, well, the moment they'd managed to find a scroll long enough to send it in. Jugemu had other lessons too. Not content to simply be a diplomat, her parents feared that words would not be enough to elevate the clan up. It might take action, dark, cruel, unpleasant action. And so, she was also taught in the ways of murder. Her gender dictated that she would master poisons and she took to it with glee.
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It was also at this time that she had her first crush. On her poison tutor in fact. Now this would end in tears, as most of her future relationships would. Though in this case it was because he never reciprocated her feelings. She even had taught herself the basics of baking to make treats to give him. But, he was suspicious, being so versed in poisons and not trusting this overly attentive student with a tendency to stare, he never ate any of them. It was a real blow to the young maiden's heart.
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But time went on, she learned in private and public. Though her classes in public school remained small, the number of kids her age was low even in a town this size. She had several more instances of heartbreak and stirred up a ruckus after every one. But eventually she was old enough to be sent to Bugei, where she belonged. Bright eyed and firmly reminded of her duty to the clan, she set off for her new home.
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It was a grand adventure to be sure. Jugemu met all kinds of new people, some were friendly, some were creepy, most were other students. It was an amazing place where she could fall in love all over again. However, there was one problem in the school. While there was a cooking club, actual lessons appeared to be completely glossed over. It was a travesty. No matter who she asked, it seemed that cooking was considered a soft science. Something that could safely be ignored in place of more fighting or track related pathways.
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Jugemu found this repugnant and set about changing the sorry state. There was some level of chemistry being taught, and the apothecary classes certainly involved a lot of what was almost like cooking. But that wasn't the same as real cooking, making food you could eat or, more importantly, pass on to a lover. Still, despite the ups and downs of her romantic life and the rather annoying badgering of her quest for cake, her first year went well and she was found to have a natural aptitude for deadly consumables than even her tutor had realized.
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It was in her second year that she had managed to draw a temporary teacher for cooking. It was more like another club meeting but he was a chef and he would occasionally have chefs from other restaurants come to teach a single lesson. Jugemu learned so much, she even started taking part time jobs in the local kitchens. Her talent with poisons seemed to be matched only by her talent at the stove. And her love of food never betrayed her like so many others she fell in love with.
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This was, alas temporary. But a promise was made and Jugemu was able to take over the reigns in her third year. She discovered a new talent, and a new hobby. Education. Teaching the others how to make new foods filled her with joy, and if she was able to pass on advice about other things, even better. To some extent, it was also self taught, as she had to learn a lot of the things that she had missed out on learning. But that was fun too and she didn't mind the occasional failure as long as she made progress.
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But the third year did not bring smiles alone. The earthquake came and threw it all into a jumble of chaos. Jugemu had been in the dorms trying to sleep off a stomach bug when it hit and found herself under an untold amount of rubble when it finally cleared. She was trapped and would stay there for awhile. She prayed and prayed for rescue without even a poison to ease her suffering or, at least, allow her to drift into unconsciousness for a time. But her prayers were answered and light of excavation crews found her eventually.
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That light and luck did not extend to her family though. Well into their sixties, they had not been able to get out of their home when it collapsed. But they had gone together if any consolation could be found in such a situation. Jugume was not given any time to rest and recover. She had to return home. It took time, getting her affairs in order, seeing to what was left of her home and what was now her land. It took even more tricky work to set up trusted family friends and associates to take on the work while she finished school.
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But she went back to finish, what choice did she have? But the taste of command was not to her liking. She preferred to work in the background, she was more comfortable there. Maybe it was her kitchen work, maybe it was her assassination training, but she did not dream of going back to lead her clan, more than that, she dreamed of staying at the school, teaching students year after year. There was a joy there like she only felt at the blossoming of new love.
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But it was not long after she had returned to school and started to get back into the feel of teaching again that another disaster struck. While she had been away, the Ikko had made their first truly threatening attack on the Shogun and here they were starting a full out invasion. Unfortunately for everyone involved, this was right around the time that Jugume was dumped again.
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She had been in the kitchen, cooking up a storm and debating if she wanted to make a few apology cookies, something to tell the guy that there were no hard feelings, with an added dose of something nasty to tell the guy that he was scum and deserved to suffer. Luckily for him, the Ikko attacked and distracted Jugume from her vengeance as well as gave her a new target to take out her frustrations on.
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She stalked through the corridors nearly silently, in one hand was the ice knife, eighteen inches of nasty, in the other was a spritzing bottle. Normally for moistening dough and pastries, it was now filled with a mixture of cooking oil, sugar, and a nasty extract of a plant that caused numbness followed by rash. This was supplemented by the brulee torch on her belt and a foam gun charged with milk, egg whites, and capsaicin with several cO2 cartridges in reserve.
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It deserves to be said that the Ikko who crossed her path deserved what she gave them. And she gave them a great deal. In the end, the burning foam was the most effective at neutralizing the threat but ran out quickly. The poison spritzer was quite ineffective until she supplemented it with the blowtorch. Then it was quite good. And, of course, the knife cut quite a bit more than ice that day as well.
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It was a victory, but at great cost. Immense damage to the school, a great loss of life, so many students she had seen who would not be seen again. It hurt, much like when she'd said goodbye to her parents. It was a dark time but Jugemu had to be strong. That's what she had been raised to be, a clan leader. She may not have the strength or leadership capabilities of others in her year or the other clan kids, but she did have one thing. Cooking. And nothing helped people recover like a good meal. That was something she could manage.
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