SilverBlack
Poopshroom
Vehemen Academy
--The Story Begins--
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“....You have to….Save them….”
In the vaguest of your memories, you remember a voice unfamiliar to you. No sense of time remains in that single line spoken, it sounds as fresh as it is ancient. How long ago did you hear that voice, or have you just heard it today? Spoken by who, when, where? Perhaps those are questions that you should’ve thought more about, but just like that voice, they merely pass by your mind, leaving barely any footprint. All that remains is a sense of an existence that you have paid no mind about, casted away into the corner of your shadows.
However, what has already been left behind will not just go away. Today. Something seems a little bit off about today. You cannot tell what it is, or why you feel that way. Nothing changed about today. You went about with your day, followed your plans, whether those are good or bad. Some of you carried unique abilities that you have already acquired and getting used to. Some are still new to it, or have just realized it yourselves. Either way, the day passes by, weighing down one more second in this life from the ordinary world.
Then, everything changed.
In the blink of an eye, everything flipped around. There is no time for you to perceive the change, to absorb what just happened. By the time your brain has registered the surroundings, you have discovered that you are now somewhere completely estranged to you. Unfamiliar architecture, streets, buildings, signs. You realize you’re standing in, or somewhere near, what seems to be a large city square of a place unknown to you. Lots of people seem to be roaming about in this big space at the center of the city, though of course, you don’t know any of these people.
You would’ve wished that you had more time to process what had just happened, but fate will not allow you even just one more second. Just as you are standing there, you feel a vibration in the air that slowly increases in intensity. The end of your hair stands up. You feel the goosebumps. From above your head, you start to hear a rumbling sound. You look up to the sky above the city square.
There, you see a giant crack begins to form. It grows in size, increases in length, until it shatters from the middle. People around you begin to scream, as if they know what is happening. They are running, escaping, you feel the fear in their eyes when you exchange gaze with them.
A long, muscled arm then stretches out from the widening crack. Long, dark claws follow the end of its thick, short fingers covered in fur. That is just the intro, however. As soon as that arm makes its appearance, the rest of its body is quick to follow.
A thundering roar tears through the air. Then, a giant, mighty beast that you’ve never seen before leaps down from the hole in the sky. It towers over you, and you figure it’s at least 10 meters tall. It balances its size on its powerful four limbs planted firm on the ground. Its head, disturbingly huge, looks like the distorted face of a lion, its muzzle unusually long, its eyes particularly sharp. As it opens its mouth, you could see its long, sharp fangs dripping saliva. Black fur covered its body with weird spikes sticking out from its back. What’s rather unique is its tail, as it is covered in thin metal unlike the rest of its muscular body. It is long and powerful as it whips the air, creating a thunderous crack.
You will soon notice that there are still civilians around, those who didn’t get to escape fast enough, or those whose legs have gone limp and are unable to move. A child, looking only about 7 years old, sits trembling right underneath the monster’s belly, hidden in the shadows. His fearful silence is the only thing keeping the monster from noticing him. You will also realize that you are not the only one who looks confused. Those who look like they’re from the same world as you who have just been thrown into this weird place. Realization also hits you fast enough that the monster will start to aim for you soon.
What will you do? Flee, or fight? Is there a purpose to the arbitrary superpower you have gained, after all?
As if responding to your mood, whatever it is, the strange marking that has mysteriously appeared on your body begins to glow.
The monster turns to look at you.
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[Location: An antique store]
“Emergency Action!
A Poex has been spotted in Raevedel Square. Repeat. A Poex has been spotted in Raevedel Square. Classification...Level C. Classification...Level C.
All nearby certified hunters, please move to the location immediately. Your assistance is required.”
A high-pitched, robotic voice echoed through the entire city on repeat as it was broadcasted through the speakers located around the streets. At the same time, a loud beeping could be heard from the mobile phones carried by all hunters within 0.5 miles in range from the city square. Professional hunters only, however. Only hunters who are properly certified and are still registered in the system had their emergency alarm system set off, and those include not only hunters from the Vahemen Hunter Association. Those who have been certified but did not choose to work purely for VHA but took on various other forms of occupations, one of them being the Professors of the well-known Vehemen Academy, would also be alerted of the situation, if the broadcast had not been screaming loud enough. Followed by the loud beeping on their phones would be a message that displayed the location of the Poex and its danger level.
Different from these “professionals,” then, would be the average citizens. A loud alert notification, and a warning message popped up to beware of the Poex and suggesting evacuation from the area. Ironically, students of the Vahemen Academy would also be receiving this message. As students who are still in training, it may be obvious that they are still too weak--if not yet certified--to be a part of the action. However, a certain student was not pleased.
“Hello? Eiich---Professor Kikuchi? I’m dropping this report. I’ll meet ya there.” A quick dial on the phone, then the lass hung up without waiting for the other’s response. She exhaled, a certain excitement sparked in her eyes. Within the small antique store filled with ancient artifacts of years of history, Cleo only felt uncomfortable being bound in such a cramped, tiny space. Rather politely, she placed down a clipboard filled with barely any notes down onto the counter, where an old man with round eyes and typical walrus mustache sat, eyes wide, confused.
“Thank you for your time. Let's go, Elise. You’re coming too, right?” A casual--if not careless expression of gratitude, was given, then the girl turned and looked toward the other standing behind her. In her hands would be another clipboard. On the inside, Cleo realized the amount of f*ck she gave for this is zero. She used to be a gangster, later down a criminal bad enough to be labeled a terrorist. Now a professor is forcing her to bring up a long history report of some ancient artifacts before the semester even begins.
As if she would actually complete this shit.
Her sharp eyes spotted a motorcycle outside the store, with its engine left running on. A quick assumption, then, would be the owner got off temporarily to visit probably one of the stores nearby but didn’t leave yet. She had never been one to really care, as she hopped onto the motorcycle rather fast. Testing the engine, she heard the brzoom sounds of the motorcycle ready to run.
“Get on and hold tight.”
Only a couple exchange, and the two girls would be spotted riding on a stolen motorcycle, wildly driving past the speed limit as they forced their ways through the streets into the city square, leaving a single cry of “waaait my motorcycleeee” behind.
At the same time, other people would begin to take action as well...
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