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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Jun 1 2018, 05:16 PM
June 1st. Dance night at the Edo-Bugei. Social interactions, and school politicking. Foreign affairs, pretty outfits, real smiles, and fake ones hand-in-hand. Music playing, and laughter sounding. All things most were wanting, or accustomed to.

Not Reika. Instead she had been sent for. One of those damn shadows. Slid open her window and just crouched in it, till she finally elected to give it attention. Someone had wanted her, had wanted her...expertise. What little she called knowledge was needed. Seemed it was an important night for another group out there as well. This one, all business and brutality. A Yakuza family was gathered in the Sumida Ward. And by gathered, they had meant all of the people who sat at the big damn table of this family.

Also meant that, about fully half of the hired muscle was going to be there. They wanted Reika there. At least the Shogunate did. The Edo police? Not at all.
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Itsukara, Saigo. Captain of the Edo Police in Sumida Ward, hated this. There she was, Kagutsu, Reika. She had been on his list for years. Way down there...but a little over a year ago, she had jumped up the ladder quite a bit. He had her, in a warehouse. Surrounded with enough bodies and evidence to walk her through the trial and out the door to the prison in less than 15 minutes. Then some Hattori show up, say that she's property of the Shogunate and whisk her away.

That was a year ago. Hadn't seen her since, save for the file he had in his drawer. Now here she was again. This time in some sort of weird black outfit. And with an escort. Hattori ninja, from the looks. Told him she was an Edo-Bugei student, and was on loan to him for the night. He hated this situation, but he couldn't pass up the oppurtunity in shutting down the Yoshimori Yakuza family. Bit more high stakes than the family that Reika had been part of.

Drug trafficking? Yes.
Weapons smuggling? Yes.
Sex trafficking? Yes.
Murder for hire? Yes.
Killed government officials? Probably.

He wanted them badly. So badly, that he was willing to turn his attention off of the 16 year old psychopath. He needed some heavy firepower for this, and his people were as armed, and armored as they could be. But that didn't mean much. These guys were actual killers, and his people...not so much.

"Listen, Miss Reika. I don't like you. You're a punk, and a psychopath. You should be behind bars...or buried. But this one time, I'm gonna cut you some slack. The people under me have families, they have people that care about them. I care about them. You? I don't give a shit if you end up dead at the end of this. Hell...I might just congratulate the son of a bitch that ends you." He stopped, noticing that she didn't seem at all like she was paying attention.

"Hey! You little shit. Are you listening to me?"

Reika turned her head, as if regarding a squirrel that just wandered up. "2 men at the front door. 5 in the lobby just after. 6 floors to clear. 4 man patrols, 2 patrols per floor. 10 HVTs, 15 men per target. Enter in, dispose of as many as possible. Kill all the HVTs, spare those who surrender. Your people watch the back and fire exits." She took a breath, and her trademark saddistic grin spread across her face. "Anything I miss, Captain Itsukara?"

Captain Itsukara took a step back, and swallowed hard. He had never really felt this way before. He knew she was dangerous, but now...like this, something felt off. All his instincts told him, jump behind cover and hope that there was enough spears to stop her. "N..no." He shook his head and moved back to the car, and lit a cigarette.
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Tama lit his cigarette. He had guard duty, a fat boring way to spend his night. There was a knock at the door, and when he slid it open...there was a girl there. She was...kind of cute looking, but he was professional. "Go away kid, unless you want to get beat." He tried to sound tough and intimidating. He was about to try again when something felt...off. There was a pain in his stomach, and when he looked down he noticed a blade in it. One coming from the other side of the door. He coughed and sputtered and pulled himself off the blade.

His partner turned to him, and gasped. He dropped the phone from his hand, he had been calling his girlfriend, and rushed to him. The door was kicked in, and Hota fumbled with his blade, as the girl stepped in. He didn't get far, anywhere really. The girl's katana sliced him across the face. Right across the eyeline, preventing him from doing much of anything. He dropped to his knees covering his bleeding face as he screamed. The toe of her boot came up into his neck, and that was it for Hota.

Tama coughed a bit more as the girl turned to him. He was astounded. Two blades in her hand. But what really caught his attention, was the open shoulders. There he could make out the Yakuza Irezumi on her. And they definitely not fake. He could tell, the look in her eyes. This wasn't new to her...she'd done this before. She bent down towards him, and said something. His brain didn't fully grasp it, but his subconcious spoke for him. "No..." The blade slipped in, and slipped out...and Toma was no more.
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Reika had that smile on her face. That smile only a maniac would have. This was what she was. A taker of lives. She cracked her neck a bit and then stretched. Two already dead, so many more to go. She tapped something on her chest, and her earbuds kicked in. They can't surrender, if I can't hear them.

She hummed the first part before moving forward, coming towards the lobby she began to sing. It wasn't great, she was never much of a singer. But she didn't care...tonight everyone was an adoring audience member.

"We come from a world of oblivion bad dreams. I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring. I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things. I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking."

They came at her, blades drawn. The first one came in roaring, his blade raised high above his head. She bent low and put her shoulder to his gut, and flipped him over her. The next hadn't been ready for that, and so found himself on a blade that was already in motion for a kill. He felt the tip slide in and pull up from his hip, to his rib before coming out. He slid to the ground, as the third man back pedaled. Instincts took over for him, and told him to get out of here. Unfortunately, it was already too late. A leg kicked out his while he tried to turn and run. He fell and cracked his nose on the tiled floor, before a blade went through him. The fourth guy came in high and low, dual-wielding tantos. He had a good stance, and a good hold on his weapons.

But Reika was better with two weapons. She pulled aside, letting one of the blades slide across her, slicing her leg lightly, and the other grinding harmlessly off her vambrace. Her head met his hard, and broke his nose. He reeled backwards, off balance and was then kababed through the chest by both of her's. The first man stood up and noticed the scene. He thought he could turn and run, thought he had enough distance between himself and this psycho-girl. Then a shining red blade parted his upper torso from his lower torso.

"Born with the soul that don't wanna be saved. Everytime I look around, I see what a fiend made. Everytime I die, I hope they're diggin' up my grave. An undead one, like the flag that I wave."

She stepped forward, and stopped. She counted four...and had presumed there would be five. A side door opened up, and out stepped a man from the bathroom. She sighed and shook her head. [i]Shit like this never happened when I was an enforcer.[i] The man blinked and looked around, then saw Reika standing there. Blood dripping from the blades. This one, was sane. Instead of attacking he pushed back into the bathroom and pulled his walk-talky out. He started shouting a warning through it before a blade went through his neck.

"Yami? YAMI!?!"

Reika bent down and picked it up. She pressed the button down, and sang in it.

"I'm not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness. I'm not afraid to die, let the good book witness. I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness. It's the day of the dead, and you're on our hit list."

She paused. "So come all you misfits! Bitch, you're on our hit list!" She tossed the walky-talky down and stepped back out.

Already she could hear some coming down the stairs. "Hold on, Holy Ghost. Go on hold me close. Better run, here we come. It's the Day of the Dead!"
Feb 16 2018, 07:35 PM
Reika's breath fogged in front of her. She disliked being forced to go to school. She disliked all the stupid classes, and the annoying books and tests. Mostly, she just hated knowing she was being watched. She understood why she was...she was close enough to being a convict. Murder, assault, burglery, consorting with a criminal organization. She had enough of a rap-sheet to toss her into a prison for the rest of her unnatural life. She sipped the water from the bottle as she thought about it.

She sat outside the training area, on a bench. Sweat dappled her skin. She had been training, sort of, in the building. By sort of, she was forcing herself to try do some sort of established sword-style. Something...with a bit more structure and discipline in it. She had been, sorely humiliated in a class recently. Reika had been forced to do proper kendo, and was constantly beaten, even lashing out in anger. That had stopped...when enough people dog piled on her.

She grinned at that. She stood up, wearing nothing more than a training top and training shorts, as someone started to come into view. She stayed out watching and waiting to see who was coming, and maybe see if she might challenge them.
Feb 3 2018, 11:05 PM
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<span class="name">Kagutsu, Reika</span>
<span class="sub1">of the ---/no clan</span>
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• Edo, Musashi<br>
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• Track<br>
• Fighting<br>
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<CENTER><B>APPEARANCE</B></center>
<br>HAIR: Long and black, though it does appear slightly purple.
<br>EYES: Brown. Has contacts to make them appear purple.
<br>HEIGHT: 5'11”
<br>BODY TYPE: Muscular
<br>STYLE: Whatever clohes she's provided, or she's actually allowed to wear.
<br>OTHER: Irezumi on her back and shoulders. In battle, she likes to wear a pair of metal vambraces on both arms that have demonic iconography on it, and a headband with a pair of metal horns on it.
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<CENTER><b>TRAITS</b></CENTER><br>
Reika is surprisingly open and relaxed around people, despite her background. Though she is quite serious looking, if one were to come up and ask, she'd tell them anything they wanted to know. It's the fact that she seems always to have a “killy” face that probably keeps people away from her. That...and she doesn't seem to know when or how to smile. She's a dominate force on the battlefield though. There she seems to smile often, almost demonically.
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<br>STRENGTHS: She has an unorthodox combat style, making it hard to be predicted in fighting. Her strength is also quite amazing, hitting like a truck, and relying on her muscles to see her through a fight.
<br>WEAKNESSES: Reika doesn't understand social norms. Namely, when to fib, or tell a lie. She's honest and very blunt about it. She lacks a formal education and actually hates schooling in general.
<br>LIKES: Fighting, and salty foods.
<br>DISLIKES: Book learning, most sweet treats.
<br>AMBITIONS: To be the absolute best fighter.
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<CENTER><b>COMBAT</b></CENTER><br>
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WEAPON: A pair of katana.
<br>Special Purchase: Dark Ronin Outfit.
<br>RELIC: An oddly simple katana, it's tsuba is made to look like an oni with it's mouth opened. Etched into the blade is "the reflection of a demon is the reflection of a man with no limits."
<br>RELIC OWNER: Sakuma Morimasa
<br>OWNER HISTORY: A prominent retainer to Oda Nobuhide and Oda Nobunaga. Was a general for Shibata Katsuie, and was called “Demon Genba” due to his fighting abilities.
<br>Activated 1:Oni-katana : A blood red and black aura envelops the sword, and extends the reach of the blade up to 10 feet, for a single slice. (One turn cooldown.)
<br>Activated 2: Spite Furnace: Draws out power, and launches it as a ranged attack. A four foot wide energy blade is created and launched at the enemy. The attack travels up to 25 feet from Reika, before disolving. The energy is enough to cut through concrete and metals.(Three turn cooldown.)
<br>LOCKED Activated 3: Relfections of the Abyss: This is not really attack, so much as a counter. Reika blocks with her blade and then launches the attack with 2x the force back at the opponent. Can not counter Activated 3 abilities, or projectiles (arrows or bullets)(Five turns cooldown.)
<br>Passive 1: Perfect Ambidexterity: Reika can do any action perfectly with either hand, making her dual-wielding abilities quite impressive.
<br>Passive 2: Demon's Blood: The more damage Reika takes, the more furious and berserk she becomes. Physical limitations are released, and she draws out more raw physical power...giving her attacks increased damage. Damage is increased by a quarter of the damage received.
<br>LOCKED AWAKENED MODE COLOR: Blood red with flecks of black in it.
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<br> Dance of Demons: Essentially Reika charges forward swinging her blades about, which allows her to carve her opponents with inhuman speed. It also allows for her to fire off a total of 7 Spite Furnaces in rapid sucession. Lasts for 3 posts, passive 2 no longer applies.</div>

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<CENTER><b>HISTORY</b></CENTER><br>
<br>FAMILY: (If you have faceclaims in mind please note them.)
<br>• Ito, Ken 34(abandoned her) tall, black hair, brown eyes
<br>• Ito, Hana 36(abandoned her) short, black hair, brown eyes
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<br>BACKGROUND:
Reika was born to uncertain parents, in the slums of Edo. They had barely enough to feed and care for themselves, and a child only brought more strain. She remembers very little of them, as by the time she was 5 years old, she was an orphan on the streets. She learned the streets quick, and how to go unnoticed or move quickly. By the time she was 7, she was already beating up small kids for food. She was mean, serious, and very physical. She would watch from neighboring buildings at the Edo Bugei students. She mirrored their movements, and taught herself how to hold a sword. She used these skills to beat up others, and take their money or food. Eventually, she caught the eye of the local Yakuza, seeing in her an enforcer that would be doubted.<br>
<br>When she was 10, she was brought along on her first job. Armed only with a boken, the small time group thought little of her. When it was done, none of them could hold anything in their hands, their arms were broken and they were beaten and bruised. She was a big hit in the Yakuza, and was quickly given to others. She was used like a tactical device. Head in through the front door of an establishment that owed her boss money, give them the ultimatum, and when they refused...beat them badly, and take the money anyways. She honed her physical capabilities quite well against bodyguards and other thugs, and she developed her stances by continuing to watch the students in their sparring and training. She had no fantasies that she would ever be there, amongst the rich and noble. As such, she didn't care about the formalities of a fight, and had no honor. The winner, was simply the last person standing.<br>
<br> Eventually at the age of 15 she had become an extremely prominent enforcer in the Edo Yakuza. She was respected, and feared. By this time she had garnered the attention of the local authorities as well, with several charges of assault, and a few cases of actual murder. She didn't care though, they couldn't touch her. But the Yakuza was feeling the heat, badly. They plotted to remove her, so they brought her down to a ware house where they were accepting a shipment of weapons. It was there that destiny would intervene on her behalf. When she was attacked by the other Yakuza members, she grabbed one of the katanas that was nearby. It sparked, and shook in her hand, like something wanting to come to life. A scion's weapon...her weapon. With katana and boken in hand, she killed every single member there. When authorities arrived, it was a mess. She was covered in blood, and over a dozen bodies were laid out around her. Of course, she was ready to kill her way out as well. Of course, that was stopped when some Hattori shinobi showed up. They proclaimed her a scion, and therefore under their jurisdiction. She was rushed off, and for a year trained and tutored under the guidance of the Yagyu clan before being sent off to the bugei, the same school she had watched when she was younger.
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Feb 7 2017, 10:35 AM
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Sweat dripped from her brow as she stabbed out. Her breathing was a bit labored. Pain raced up her shoulder, and she winced. She stopped and steadied herself. It was a bit late, which was perfect in this case. Normally she didn't mind practicing or training around others. But after the attack on the Shogunate...she couldn't bring herself to let others see what had happened to her. It wasn't like it was shameful or anything. But she was still a woman, and still had a lot of pride in her appearance. Now...she felt almost like a leper.

The doctors did an amazing job. She never doubted that, nor was she mad at them. The fact that her skin was merely discolored, instead of a throbbing nasty looking scar was testament to their skill. Still, it was enough for people to instantly notice. She bit her lip as she moved over and sat down on one of the benches. She had taken to practicing when no one was in for that reason. She didn't want people to be put off by such a thing. It covered the top of her left should and a bit of the front and back of it. It then traveled up her neck, and onto her face.

Thankfully the hair hadn't been completely damaged and it was growing back. Small mercies really. But then, she had expected to lose the eye and even the ear in her, rather stupid, attack. The fact that her left eye was a slightly lighter color due to the damage was fine. It hadn't been damaged in any real way, well in any way that impaired her vision. It seemed like she merely got off with discoloration. The real problem was that for now, she was still in a bit of constant pain. Which she thought some training would help get over it.

So here she was, in one of the practice gyms. Hair pulled back, to keep it out of the way. She was bare foot, wearing some plain cargo pants, and a tight fitting sleeveless shirt with no mid-rif. She had a wooden replica of her weapon, something she had had made by an artisan. She needed to be as close to her actual weapon. She took a drink of the bottle of water and damped the towel across her before stepping back on the mat for another hour of working out.
Jan 7 2017, 10:31 PM
She took a deep breath. She exhaled, and fought down a swirl of emotions. Everyone got nervous their first time on stage. This wasn't nerves, this was a swell of pride. She knew...she knew she was out there, in the crowd gathering around the stage. The last act had finished, and it was her turn. This was what she had wanted. She had done acts, plays, and even song in front the student body dozens of times in her three years at being the Edo Bugei. But tonight was beyond special, it was magical.

Somewhere in the crowd, Sayuri's little sister was standing there. She was going to see her big sister up on stage, for the first time ever. A tear streaked a bit down her cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. She breathed in through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth again. Her breath misted a bit, in the slightly cold air. It just reminded her how cold it was in her outfit. It was a variation on the female school uniform, with a slightly longer skirt, and bit more ruffles and lace, knee high leggings, and a better sense of color.

She laughed inwards at that. She spun a bit and enjoyed how the skirt swished a bit more. It hadn't taken the costume department much provoking to make such a thing, they seemed to enjoy her coming in and requesting things now and again. As the announcer gave Sayuri her introduction, she clicked back into professional mode and strode onto the stage. She bowed and thanked the teacher, before taking the microphone.

"Goooood evening EDOOO!" Her voice carried through the microphone and out through the speakers, they had been tuned so even the people at the far back could hear the singers up on stage. She smiled at that. It never failed to thrill her, knowing that people wanted to hear songs....her songs even.

"It's been a...very difficult year. The Earthquake and loss of classmates, friends, and family. The attack on the Shogun, and the loss of another classmate...and the injuries suffered by those who fought." She nodded her head, feeling a pang of shame there. She wasn't really a fighter, and hadn't been asked to go on the escort mission.

"But...we are strong. This new year, we pledge ourselves to get stronger. We will all strive to reach our goals, no matter the tragedy." She smiled, not sure if she was getting to the audience or not.

"Many of the students from the Bugei know me, or have at least heard of me. I am of course referring to the name that's spread, Princess Snow Black. I don't mind, I have even taken the name as something to be proud of. Many believe me to be a rock of strength, even though I'm not a Scion. Many might look up to me." She exhaled, trembling a little. She could already feel her own emotions bubbling over.

"However, tonight...there is someone very very special to me in the crowd. Someone who fills me with strength. Someone who's own strength allows me to give voice to my emotions, and sing my heart." She looked out into the crowd and smiled, knowing she was there right then and there. "This song is dedicated to you."

She took a step back and sighed, mastering her emotions. As the piano begin, her voice rang out into the cold evening.

"Someone calling you. Someone calling you. Can't you hear the voice?" She took a breath. "Now it's time to go. Can't you hear the voice? Now it's time to go. Show your bravery." As the music switched and shifted, and the guitar rift tore through, she switched the mic off and tossed it aside. The curtains came up and the rest of the band was there, as she began to dance. Her voice cutting in, but it was the movement of her body that was her own focus.



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Song: Canaria's Song, Time to Go
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