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, 02/17/2018 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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 Posted: Jan 23 2018, 04:01 PM
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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.

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 Posted: Feb 12 2018, 07:47 AM
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It was going to be fun?

Lots of people to see.


A girl should go out more.

Those were the promises the Honda princess was given to be taken out to as unlikely of a place as the second time of going into a brothel. The blonde Honda princess rubbed a few of her long hair strands enough to become a cord as she looked around the packed club with nothing but a draw string purse around her wrist and none of the people she recognized at the start of the evening. The dead look in her eyes kept a few men at their distance as she contemplated on her next course of action.

This all task started off from what few members of the strained home ec. club and their 'concerns'. The end of the Ikko war led to the absence of one pixi hair cut individual she would no longer consider her a friend after the upraising and fighting that took place at the school. Their lack of presence instead of following instructions to seek shelter in the underground training facility meant their body would turn up elsewhere. It was both surprising and hurtful to find that they were conspirators to the Ikko. More traitors to be surrounded by. The reminder made her boil enough to purchase the Ikko book of codes to study off of. The threat of becoming a shut in again was what prompted the club to drag the princess out from her room to interact with people again, however, this was but a ruse. The moment they got their help through the front door did Mika loose sight of them after holding a table for their drinks.

Needless to say, Mika took her time polishing off the glasses herself one by one when it was evident that they weren't coming back. She quietly plotted how to violently assault them for their insolence as the music changed genera to something of a questionable quality. It certainly came off stark than the other songs the club had on loop for awhile. A male's voice on the microphone said it was some stage name's piece. Mika hardly cared and could barely hear what the idol's name was at all from the mic pitch screaming a bit with the music playing. The Honda girl rubbed her ears in dismay of what a helpless creature they were to be unable to use a simple microphone and his crime on the club for being an obscenity.

It was then that out from the crowd of people did someone storm by. The club was dim with flashy lights striking the floor and people just being a mass of bodies so it was hard to get any idea what was their problem. Things that Mika was certain about was that they retreated to an area around her own table of solitude with a drink in hand to slam into. Mika tried to ignore the three empty glasses on her table when eyeing how they ran off to a near by table to huddle in the shadows. In dismay of how the evening has just bit a real peach of a time, Mika flicked a finger at the empty flute glasses by her and plucked the drink menu to read over on something on the mild side. "Wasted filth and people," she growled into the menu. Her mood soured enough to hold back her opinions any longer.

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This was no way to behave, certainly not in public. Anyone could see her and the guys were probably bound to come around to find her at some point. It was a massive crowd of bodies at the floor but out by the tables it wasn't nearly as busy and her blonde hair was kind of a stark contrast to most of the colors around the scene. Still, try as she might, she wasn't really able to regain control of herself. She felt that itching in her palms again and she imagined that she could hear the scraping of rock against glass even though it wasn't making any sound at all.

She pulled several napkins from the dispenser on the table and wiped her hands, they came away smudged, she was definitely losing control. But what could she do? Barging through the club looking for Hiroshi was not a good move, beating him to death was bound to get some negative attention, she felt backed into a corner but without her classic response of attack attack attack, Bu was at a complete loss.

She pulled another napkin from the holder and wiped her eyes. She was still crying. Bu took another sip of her drink and took a slow deep breath. If she could calm down, control herself, maybe that would stop and she'd have some measure of self respect left over. At least the music had gone back to the more modern j-pop stuff. Which wasn't exactly a good thing since Bu had pretty negative opinions of them in general. But now she didn't even have coworkers and conversation to help her not notice them.

The night had turned into an absolute mess. She wiped her eyes with the napkin again and then wadded them all up into a ball and pushed them to one side of the table. She dropped her head back into her hands and tried to focus on breathing slowly. Back in school they talked about exercises to keep yourself calm and manage your breathing and shit like that, she was kind of wishing that she had paid a bit more attention to what the teacher had said right about now.

Bu stared into her glass. It was nearly empty. She sniffed and grabbed another napkin to wipe her nose. Sitting here, in the dark, surrounded by people and still alone, Bu wished she was back home. Not home in the school dorms, that wasn't home. No, she wished she was back in the mountains, surrounded by the Welsh Rabbits and the bikes. She didn't have to worry about any trouble with them. If they had a problem, they worked it out, fought a bit, had a drink together, everything was good after that. Here, here she was alone. There was nobody to step in and separate a fight, nobody to call you out for going too far. Nobody to defend you against some weak punk who had overstepped. Bu missed having a gang to rely on.

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She waved down a waiter of some kind, assuming that's what he was based on his clothes and serving tray, and ordered a fruity blend before sending him on his way with the three other empty glasses at her table. Having those ugly reminders wasn't going to help so much for her mood. The man then lowered his head to whisper to her in motion of the other lady behind her. What other woman, was the quiet and pensive look Mika shot at him before turning to see who. Their corner remained dim and their blonde head kept down so it wasn't clear, besides them being in a poor mood as well, of who that person was. Mika sighed and pointed at the menu for some other fruity item with pineapple slices wedged into the rim for them to have as well and sent the man away once more.

Having ordered a new set of drinks was fine but Mika was more offended that he would cowardly ask her if she knew that person. The Honda princess knew little else of anyone in this club and would certainly disown the others and their dates with a wave of her hand and a hard slap across their faces. Only in her most foulest of moods would she show a regalia temper. Once content with how to deal with those other lowlifes did she now turn her brought attention to the being sulking. They were both blondes, whether that be by legitimate reasons on their part or not, so there wouldn't be much questioning as she left her lone table for the others.

Mika slipped away and walked to join the darkness of the club. Their hunched back and lowered head was rather depressing as they clutched their glass for security. She pulled up a stool to take a seat facing the club itself so they would seem further hidden with Mika being a divider before addressing them as if they too were abandoned by their own friends at the club like her. "Care to share a table? I have drinks coming if you would care to hold a fresh glass," she stated without realizing just yet how familiar she actually was with this particular blonde.

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