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, 11/01/2017 The dust has cleared after a fierce clash against the rebel Ikko Ikki monks. Now, as a tense period of calm spread over the island nation of Japan the students of Edo Bugei must figure out how to proceed in life after experience such intense conflicts and such deep loss.

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 The Truth In The Pages (Masato X Ripley)
Nobuyumi
 Posted: Dec 23 2017, 05:54 PM
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Masato kept his eyes closed. The third year's curly hair looked a bit more unkempt than it normally would but that was due to how long he'd been studying and playing with his hair. Dressed in his school outfit he sat at a desk in his dorm room staring at a collection of lose papers he had wrapped and bound together only a few hours before.

The Ikko had attacked while Masato was away from Edo. The fact he couldn't defend his own country had bothered the third year something fierce. Out of frustration, in order to be ready next time, he had been working extremely hard at reading combat strategies to both sap and defend a city. He had gone with the basic books of war strategy from China and Japan. Though something bothered him.

"Why?" he asked himself for the twelfth time as he looked at the papers in front of him. After studying the basics of city warfare again he had gone to the library to make a few copies of war papers made by past strategy students. In the writings he had found something that had bothered him. While pouring over past student's work he found two pieces, one of them by Kajiwara Masumi, his senpai. The other work was by a student named Gamo Takamaru. Something was wrong with the papers they had written. Most students wrote strategy memos from the perspective of open field warfare. Fortunately urban warfare was quite rare. However here it was, two different papers both written in the past two years, both not only focusing on urban sieges but both clearly being written from the standpoint of defending the city of Edo. In Masato's mind it wasn't a bad thing. It made perfect sense that a student would write from what they knew. However, both students wrote in such detail as though they had expected the attack on Edo to happen at any moment. He needed to know why. He needed to look into more of the work they did.

With that he quickly grabbed a few books, put them in a messenger bag, and headed off towards the library. Though as he passed the two lower floors of the dorms he paused. He had heard about a fairly new student. A lot of people had said he didn't have much combat potential. Though one person said the boy could supposedly "scan" books. Somehow knowing the book's intentions and acting as though he could speak with the authors. As he remembered the rumors Masato's eyes widened. He had a strange name too, which is why so many rumors had started spreading about the boy.
"Ripley." he said quietly. Now he just needed to find the boy.

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The stuck up clan lord who defends the people.

Tagami Yumiko
The adorable poet girl who hates war.

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A strategist bent on changing the world.
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 Posted: Dec 26 2017, 10:19 PM
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Ripley went all out today. They didn’t didn’t always bother with the whole kit and kaboodle when they were a girl, usually chucking on a dress would be enough, but Ripley hadn’t had enough sleep and the best way to conquer that cranky mood was to give themselves - though “herself” might have been more apt for a day like today - a bit of a pamper.

So it was with the girl’s school uniform, a padded bra, full makeup, their relic tied around their neck like a dainty scarf and an all-over fresh shave (complete with floral-scented shaving cream, a smell which lingered on them still) that Ripley left their dorm room for the afternoon, with the intention of heading off to a drama club meeting that had been scheduled for that afternoon.

Ripley didn’t pay much heed to their surroundings as they breezed through the dorms to get to the school proper and the club rooms - as little time as they’d spent here, they knew the way through this part of the school fairly well by now. Ripley noticed some weird kid seemingly just standing there staring into space - Ripley wasn't sure what he was doing, they were behind him and couldn't see his face, but that was what it looked like he was doing from here. Ripley shrugged it off - there were some pretty weird people around, whether you were at a poor kids school or the fanciest school in the country, it was the same everywhere - or, at least, they shrugged it off until they walked past, behind him, just in time to hear him whisper something under his breath: Ripley.

What the heck. There was no way that was referring to anything other than the Ripley who was standing behind him - Ripley was hardly a common name. Of course, they had no idea why he said it but when someone says your name, without context, as you’re walking past you’re liable to wonder what they meant by it. Ripley had never seen this kid before and though it was somewhat pleasing that a random stranger would know their name, it was perhaps less pleasing if that whisper was derogatory. It easily could have been in an "Oh God, not Ripley" sense and Ripley wasn't going to let it slide if it was.

Ripley strode out in front of the boy. Nope, not someone they knew. “I’m sorry,” they said, though they sounded more indignant than sorry, “But did I by any chance hear you say 'Ripley'?”

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 Posted: Dec 29 2017, 12:43 PM
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As Masato wondered how to find the boy a strange girl he didn't recognize stood in front of him. “I’m sorry,” they said, though they sounded more indignant than sorry, “But did I by any chance hear you say 'Ripley'?” instantly Masato picked up on the floral scent they gave off. Though the third year was quick to wonder why such a cute girl was in the boy's side of the dorms of all things. Not that it mattered so much to him what younger students decided to do outside of classes. He just hoped whoever she was seeing understood proper birth control methods and what was and wasn't allowed inside of the academy.

Giving a polite smile with kind eyes Masato looked at the cute girl and gave a bit of a polite bow.
"Ah, yes. I'm trying to find him. I feel he could be quite useful in my research. Are you by chance his friend? it is quite rare to see a girl wondering about the boy's side of the dorms." his done had no condescension, and it wasn't telling her off by any means. It was more a question and stated fact. The entire time Masato had been at Edo Bugei he had very rarely seen women in the men's dorms. Unless of course it was extremely late in the evening.

Coming from extremely powerful families many of the female students tended to worry about rumors and how others might see them to be caught in the male dorm halls at odd hours. Sometimes even to be caught at all would be enough to make their school life fairly chaotic.
"If you are lost, I believe their dorm room is somewhere on this floor. I can certainly aid you in finding it." he offered.

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 Posted: Jan 3 2018, 06:49 PM
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Ripley’s eyebrows shot up. This kid was trying to find them? Whatever for, that was the question. Something about research but that was an incredibly vague statement. He seemed like a fairly polite kid though, and Ripley couldn’t hear any malice in his tone. And if he was looking for Ripley's help that meant he likely bore no ill will, so that at least was good.

His insistence that Ripley was a boy was annoying, though it seemed to Ripley there was a good chance that it came out of blissful ignorance and not out of obstinate hatred. It would be easy enough for Ripley to correct that, and though they wanted to stop him right there and right now to fix it simply so they wouldn't have to put up with hearing it for longer, this wasn’t a common situation and Ripley was going to have some fun with it. A little bit of revenge for the mistake, Ripley supposed, and though this kid’s offer of help was likely well-meant it felt subtly patronising to Ripley.

Boy, would this kid be in for a surprise later on.

Ripley waited until after the comment about being lost and offering help to reply. “Yeah, I suppose you could say we’re acquainted,” Ripley said, making a show of checking their nails. “You could say we’re quite close, even.” The implications of this statement were deliciously vague, and Ripley privately hoped that this new kid’s imagination would do the legwork of filling in exactly what it meant. Sometimes leaving things unexplained and getting them to fill in the blanks came up with better and more amusing ideas than Ripley could ever hope to. “There are all kinds of reasons for a girl to be in the boys’ dorm, though,” Ripley continued, crossing their arms though they let a smile play on their lips, “I hope you’re not taking issue with it?”

The drama club meeting was not forgotten, though it was wilfully ignored for now. This was far more interesting than some silly meeting which happen again soon enough, anyway. Who cared if the next part was blatant lies, it was fun blatant lies. “I was going to drop in on Ripley right now, actually. It’s kind of you to offer help but I know the way there quite well. You said you were looking for Ripley too, right? You’re welcome to walk there with me.” Hopefully, if this kid's imagination had conjured up some imagined bizarre relation between his idea of Ripley and his idea of this girl in front of him, it wouldn't be something that prevented him from wanting to walk there together. Ripley had a few questions and this was the perfect opportunity to get answers.

“I’m interested to hear, though - how’d you hear about Ripley? What d'you know about them?”

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 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 10:59 PM
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“There are all kinds of reasons for a girl to be in the boys’ dorm, though,” Ripley continued, crossing their arms though they let a smile play on their lips, “I hope you’re not taking issue with it?” with the words Masato looked suddenly taken back. After all it wasn't as though Masato was purely judging. What others did in the dorms really weren't a matter of importance to the young man.
"No, I have no issue." he responded politely, all be it a bit blushing and embarrassed. He took a moment to re-adjust his collar and tie as the girl looked at him.
“I was going to drop in on Ripley right now, actually. It’s kind of you to offer help but I know the way there quite well. You said you were looking for Ripley too, right? You’re welcome to walk there with me.” the offer must have been a return for Masato's offer earlier.

"That would be quite kind. Thank you." Masato said with a kind smile. After all he wasn't about to reject a bit of help in finding this mysterious student. Masato gave a polite bow as though to acknowledge the student's kindness. With any luck this wouldn't be a long, drawn out process. The dorms weren't that large after all. Thus, Masato started walking with the girl as she asked what he wanted with her friend. Masato paused for a moment. It wasn't good to openly talk about other student's relic powers. Not every student wanted their powers known after all, and simply because the girl said she was close to Ripley hardly meant that it was the truth.

"I feel they can better help me examine some research from other students. Apparently your friend is known to be quite intuitive and fresh eyes can be a blessing." Masato smiled as he said the words. He was speaking in half truths of course. When he said intuitive he clearly meant Ripley's relic, but that person didn't need to know that right now. For now Masato just needed to find them.
"May I ask how you and this Ripley person became so well acquainted?" Masato asked in order to keep up the polite conversation.

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Tagami Yumiko
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Katayama, Masato
A strategist bent on changing the world.
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 Posted: Jan 13 2018, 11:44 PM
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Hah. Ripley's lips pressed into a thin smile. The guy was basically squirming in response to the line of questioning over why a girl would be in the boy’s dorm. This whole thing was getting funnier every minute, and Ripley wondered how long they would be able to keep it up without making the guy insanely angry. He’d probably be at least a little angry or confused that Ripley hadn’t just introduced themselves outright, and Ripley was prepared to deal with that; they just hoped it wouldn’t be so severe a reaction that they wouldn’t get to find out what he wanted Ripley’s help with.

“No problem. It’s just this way,” Ripley said, and began to lead. Ripley had the idea of going round the dorm in circles and seeing how long it would take for him to notice that they were leading him nowhere. As tempting as it was, though, Ripley wasn’t quite sure if it would be wise considering the big surprise of Ripley’s identity. It didn’t seem like a smart thing to keep finding different ways to pull his leg when Ripley burned to know exactly why this guy wanted their help and the only answers he gave were exceedingly vague. Who knew what his limit would be before the joking was too much and he didn't want their help anymore? Oh well, whatever the case, they’d make up their mind of whether or not to play that particular joke when they reached the end of the corridor and had to make a turn.

But before they’d reached there, he had a question for Ripley: “May I ask how you and this Ripley person became so well acquainted?” Damn, they’d have to think of an excuse/answer to that question after all.

Ripley had the perfect idea of what to say, though: they’d tell some story about how Ripley was their best friend in the whole world and how Ripley meant so much to them, they’d been friends since practically forever and having Ripley in their life made the life worth living. Go for way too melodramatic. And then end it with a big, fat, slow wink.

But that was it. They couldn’t pull it off; all this was too funny. Ripley burst out laughing.

“Sorry!” Ripley veritably shrieked with laughter. “Sorry, I can’t take it! Oh man, that’s the funniest shit I’ve done in ages.” They were bent double from laughing so hard and had to wiped a tear from the corner of their eye. “And I haven't even introduced myself yet! Trust me, it’ll clear things up when I do.” Ripley wiped their hand on their skirt before offering it for a Western-style handshake. “The name’s Akagi Ripley. What’s this about some research project you want my help with?”

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As Masato went around with the girl she suddenly broke down laughing. As Masato looked at her curiously the girl was quick to explain her laughing, catching even the third year strategist off guard.
“Sorry!” Ripley veritably shrieked with laughter. “Sorry, I can’t take it! Oh man, that’s the funniest shit I’ve done in ages.” They were bent double from laughing so hard and had to wiped a tear from the corner of their eye. “And I haven't even introduced myself yet! Trust me, it’ll clear things up when I do.” Ripley wiped their hand on their skirt before offering it for a Western-style handshake. “The name’s Akagi Ripley. What’s this about some research project you want my help with?”

Slightly in shock Masato stood, gazing upon the person before him. It made sense, in many ways. A girl in the boy's dorm, who knew Ripley a long time, and was willing to guide Masato to him. The lack of introduction. The dodging in a way of questions. It all made complete sense. This person wasn't some random person here to see their lover but instead was exactly the person Masato was looking for.

Not one to take things overly serious Masato simply smiled and gave a light chuckle.
"Very well played." the third year said, holding Ripley's hand and giving it a firm, western style shake with no shame or shock in his eyes. Masato's face showed the boy had been caught off guard, but his eyes still seemed as focused and eager as ever.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Masato said with a polite bow. Masato didn't have time no interest to question Ripley's outfit choice. After all, if Ripley cared to explain then they would. For now Masato had established connection, goal would be next, and a report with them would likely simply develop along the way.

Though Masato did adjust his outfit a bit. Somehow it felt off as he seemed to leap a bit at Ripley's sudden reveal.
"I am told, by some rumors, and quite a few Bugei files to be quite honest, that you have the ability to tell an author's intent from a manuscript they wrote. I need you to come with me to analyze books by past students. I believe that some of the Bugei's students may very well have known about the Ikko attack on Edo long before it took place." his explanation was to the point, but his face looked quite serious. He needed to know exactly why the attack on Edo had gone so well for the Ikko and if the Bugei knew about the attack before hand.

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Azai Nobuyori
The stuck up clan lord who defends the people.

Tagami Yumiko
The adorable poet girl who hates war.

Katayama, Masato
A strategist bent on changing the world.
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