The Mangaka Pact [Started] [Still Accepting] [PG-13]

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[align=center]The Mangaka Pact

 

[Loosely based on Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata's series “Bakuman”]

 

An Otaku fan club in an old school in Tokyo, has recently made a pact. A pact that the members of this group called “The Mangaka Pact”, where all of the members made a pact that they would present their work to Shueisha's Shonen Jump.

 

You are a member of this club, and you are part of this pact. You find yourself standing outside of Shueisha's Headquarters, with the names (“Names” are rough drafts of a chapter, before the final draft is created) of your series in your hand. Ready to walk inside at any moment, with your fellow members.

 

Only accepting Editors at the moment

 

[spoiler=/// RULES ///]

1.All Advanced Clause Rules Apply. If I catch you not following one of the rules stated in the Advanced Clause, I will warn you once. If I see it again, you will be banned forever.

2.No Godmodding. I swear, if I see any of this, I will kick you out faster than you can say “Mangaka”. There is one literal thing I cannot stand, Godmodders.

3.No Spamming [OoC Only Posts, Less than 4 Line Posts, etc.] This goes with Rule 1.

4. PM ALL APPLICATIONS. If any Application is posted in the thread, you will be immediately denied and reported on the spot.

5. Password is "iacceptthepact". Add this to the end of your application.

 

 

 

[spoiler=/// FORM ///]

Full Name:

Character's Inspiration (Favorite Works (Manga/Anime)):

Editor or Mangaka?:

Appearance

Age/Gender:

Bio (include Family, Relationships, Work Partner, etc.):

Personality:

Sample of RP Post:

 

 

[spoiler=/// MY FORMS ///]

 

Full Name: Shira Shifuku

 

Character's Inspiration (Favorite Works (Manga/Anime)): N/A

 

Editor or Mangaka?: Editor

 

Appearance: Dark, black, and short hair. Bloodshot eyes, as if he has never not worked a day in his entire life. For a man of his age, he's average height, but a bit skinny compared to most people. He wears a simple T-Shirt, jacket, and some jeans at work, and most of the time, the same outside of work as well. At social occasions, such as weddings or celebrations, he wears a tuxedo like everyone else.

 

Age/Gender: 26/M

 

Bio: Most of his family is deceased, but he has a sister living in the Shiga Prefecture. He is not currently in a committed relationship, nor has his eyes on anyone in particular. He spent most of his childhood growing up on Manga and the such, but could never find an artist willing to draw his manga, so he became an editor instead.

During his time as editor, he has edited multiple series, but is currently editing a total of zero series.

 

Personality: He has a rather bland personality, but can be crazy at times, and is also a very hyper man when not at work. He loves to see determination and love inside a series, which is why he would never edit a series that the Mangaka did not put a large amount of love inside of it.

 

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Full Name: Hayai “Sora” Sora

 

Character's Inspiration (Favorite Works (Manga/Anime)): Death Note, Air Gear, D.Gray-man, Mirai Nikki

 

Editor or Mangaka?: Mangaka

 

Appearance: Light, Blonde, and short hair. Straight, brown eyes that could pierce the soul if you stared into them too long. A little taller than most people, but around the same weight as them. He wears most of the time a simple shirt and pants all the time, even at social occasions.

 

Age/Gender: 15/M

 

Bio (include Family, Relationships, etc.): He still lives with his mother and sister, but his father is deceased. He is currently not dating anyone, but is looking for a relationship. He loves, and spends most, if not all, of his time reading or writing manga. As a child, he was sheltered, and home-schooled, and therefore looked at the manga as a source of “Friends” as a child. He started attending school at age 12, and discovered his first friend in Karasu Maryoku, who would later become his partner-in-crime. Sora is not very creative when it comes to plots, so he can only draw his work. His work partner is “Karasu Maryoku”, who creates the plots Sora draws.

 

Personality: Sora is very shy and not that social, so it was a huge breakthrough when he joined the Otaku club. He dislikes talking to people who aren't very close to him, unless it is required. Other than that, to people he is close to, he is very outgoing and positive, and always is a nice person.

 

 

[spoiler=/// ACCEPTED FORMS ///]

Mangakas

Hayai Sora - Voyeur

Karasu Maryoku - Sakuraba

Mitsuhiro Kanaka - Marly

Kasumi Kochiya - Marly

Matsuki Shinichi - Phantom Roxas

 

Editors

Shira Shifuku - Voyeur

Iamthé Ghede - Death Dealer

Monzaemon Royama - Otaku-sama

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OoC: We have begun.

 

Hayai Sora, but his friends refer to him as just “Sora”, was standing outside of the Shueisha buildings, next to his fellow Otaku club members, of which include his partner, and best friend, Maryoku Karasu. His hands shook dreadfully as he stared blindly towards the doors to the building. “I guess...we better head in.” Sora said, absentmindedly to his fellow club members. Sora was breathing heavily, he had never been more scared about anything, but he wanted to get serialized in the magazine more than anything, so he swallowed his fear and began taking the first few steps towards the door, and pushed the door open with full force.

 

He looked back at his fellow members, but mainly his partner, Karasu, with a big smile on his face. He took one more deep breath, and turned back at the door, and began walking in ahead of everyone else, and made his way up the receptionist on the first floor, his hands and the names in his hand shook fiercefully with both fear and excitement.

 

“Hello. My name is Hayai Sora.” Sora was embarrassed to be talking to a stranger, especially a pretty girl like the receptionist, but once more he swallowed his fear and continued to speak, “Me and my partner, Karasu Maryoku-Kun, have an appointment with Shira Shifuku-Sama” You could hear the sweat dripping off his body hitting the floor as he spoke these words.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

"I'll get out of your hair Shifu, I know you've got an appointment. Keep it business. Chao."

 

Iam left Shifu's office for his own. He was an editor, storyline writer, and occasional artist. At least he had somethings to keep him busy. He walked into his own area, loving the way he decorated it as he did everyday. It wasn't your usual business strict office. It was a room of culture and appearance.

 

The room had a square Mahogany desk that didn't have drawers. On top of it was a fancy red and gold cloth with daemons and warriors embroidered on it, and on top of that was his iMac. In front of it was a square red pillow for sitting. The table was a bit short, so he decided to do it all classical and all.

 

Iamthé (pronounced e-AM-thay) wasn't your typical editor. He came from the states with a dream and built up in short time with a few famou series. None of which were long-running, so he went into editing after gaining a philosophy of opinions in the manga industry. He was the kind of rotor who emphasized character development, excitement, and great climaxes.

 

He sat down, the only thing keeping him organized was a plastic drawer attachment to the bottom of the wide and large table. He honestly needed that space when he was planning, because then papers flew everywhere. But he did like keeping his workspace clean and clear.

 

"..."

 

Iam decides to eavesdrop a bit, though he knows his own meeting is coming up soon also. While he waits for them to speak, he checks his iPhone for any alerts for emails or texts. Nothing except Mafia Wars.

 

"Mafia Wars can eat a brick right now." He muttered silently to himself as e put the phone away and fixed his fashionable frames back onto his nose.

[Marly]

A teenage girl pushed opened the doors oft the Shueisha Building, strolled on inside, and plopped herself down on one of the dark brown couches set out as decoration. She was garbed in a dark t-shirt with the word "Kasumi!" printed on the back, along with a few little captions that read: "If you touch me, I'll castrate you~ <3" or "I love little boys and girls." Oh, and who could forget "I'm a registered sex offender." It was a custom shirt, she enjoys putting a little "personal touch" to everything she has.

 

Kasumi sat there, waiting for Sora to hurry up and ask the receptionist about his meeting. Sora seemed to be sweating waterfalls. And Kasumi isn't exactly patient. She jumped up out of the couch, and walked up behind him.

 

"Boo!" she said playfully while lunging her sharp fingernails into Sora's shoulders, interrupting the receptionist mid-sentence.

[Plaguespreader Zombie]

Sora jumped when the fingers dug into his skin, dropping all the names in his hand, he always hated being surprised. He turned as fast as a hurricane to see the deadly Kasumi standing behind him. “Da..damnitt Kasumi! You scared the hell out of me.” He said, sweating even faster at this point. “Why do you always make it a point to make my life a living hell?” Sora sighed, picking up the names that he dropped off the floor. Sora quickly bowed towards the receptionist, and continued on his way to his meeting with his partner.

 

Shira, known as “Shifu” by his fellow employees, was walking down the stairs when Sora was walking up them, and they bumped into each other, Sora dropping his names, once again. “Oh, my bad.” Shifu said, sounding not even slightly interested in the names he had dropped. “Do you need my help?”

 

“Oh, no.” Sora mumbled under his breath in an annoyed, sarcastic voice, as he picked up the names off the floor, yet again.

 

“Oh, alright then.” Shifu continued walked, not even realizing Sora and his partner were his appointment for now, or even the fact that Sora was being sarcastic when he told him that he didn't need his help. “Having the only bathroom in the place being downstairs is really annoying...” Shifu whispered to himself.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

"Ugh. Lemme go chill in the lobby for a breather."

 

Iam stood up and walked off downstairs, taking the elevator down. As he got into the lobby, he could see some akward-looking kid who had dropped his papers and a very disturbed-looking girl. He decided to not take the latter.

 

He went in graceful walk towards them and came up really fast, almost sliding a he bent with his knees to pick up some of the papers. He looked up to the nervous kid.

 

"Names eh?" He said while examining the papers. They weren't bad, but he wasn't going to criticize unless they were his Mangaka.

 

"Shifu just passed you to take a sheet I think. So which editor are you guys here for?"

 

He also took a glance at his watch, five minutes before the appointment. He also continued so he could admire his rich tan skin. He did have an ego.

[Marly]

Kasumi chuckled to herself as Sora dropped his papers and began to yell at her. She simply ignored the pathetic attempt at discipline and sat back down on the couch. Until she heard the rustling of papers, that is. She looked back up and saw that Sora had dropped his papers again, at this, she busted out laughing.

 

"What a klutz!" she said to herself, she was about to sit down again, when she remembered why she was here. She walked back up to the semi-scared looking receptionist, and stated "I'm here with my appointment with Iamthé Ghede." She purposely mispronounced the name as 'I am the gay-d', chuckling to herself. The receptionist was about to correct her, but she thought better of it, and just shook her head in disapproval.

 

Before the receptionist could tell her where the editor was, Kasumi found him for herself. She got a bit angry that he was paying more attention to that Klutz, Sora, than to her. So she quickly devised a plan to get the man's attention. She reached into her bag, pulled out a fresh apple, and aimed for the editor's head.

 

"I'm your client!" she shouted as she released the apple.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

Iamthé's head bounced back from the impact andseemed to stay in place as he could feel the pain spreading through the top of his skull. His hair at least cushioned his head a bit. Oddly enough, his first thoughts were hoping that no one would misinterpret that as him being some kind of pervy gigolo.

 

He stared down at the girl, whom donned a shirt vastly inappropriate for business, but at least he could approve of the whole free speech idea. He had 4.5 inches on her though. She seemed short to him.

 

He picked up the apple with his left hand and kept it there.

 

"You must be Ms. Kochiya. Is Your friend showing up today?"

 

He held out a hand for her, but was on guard and hesitant. She might try to break his arm or something. You met a lot of crazy people in the business like this. [/i]

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“Oh, thank you, sir.” Sora said embarrassed at needing the help, but the man seemed friendly enough that he wouldn't make fun of him, unlike Kasumi, the devil. “I'm here to see Shira Shifuku-Sama.” He finished his sentence no faster then his newly met friend was pelted directly in the face by an apple, without even turning to see who looked like they would be the person to throw it, he immediately realized there was no one who would do something so disrespectful to an editor than Kasumi. “Ka-Kasumi-Chan! How dare you be so horrible to an editor!”

 

Sora was furious at Kasumi, he hated people who did not respect their superiors. He noticed that Iam walked over to the girl, and didn't really mind it, so at least a small weight was lifted from his body, as he wasn't going to be criticized for his friend's disrespectful attitude.

 

Shifu came walking out of the restroom soon afterward. He was never one for a large amount of people in one area, so he simply ignored everyone until he reached the apple on the floor.

 

He leaned down and picked up the apple, and took a large bite out of it, dismissing any odd glares he might get from taking a bite off an apple which had hit the floor earlier.

[Marly]

Kasumi was quick to realize that the editor was much larger, and much more intimidating, at a closer range. But Kasumi was definitely not one to show fear, and she kept up with her mischievous facade.

 

"Oh, you mean Skanky McSkank, nope, I think she's out selling herself again, teehee~" Kasumi chuckled at her joke, before pausing and putting on a more serious expression. "Now hurry up and take me back to your office. Where we'll be together. Alone."

 

After striking an obviously suggestive pose, she continued. "Hey, Iam-Kun, will you buy me dinner later, I'm kinda broke." She said chuckling, highly doubting the man would fall for her bribe.

[Freeshooter]

Karasu rushed into the Shueisha building, tripping on his way inside. His checkered fedora falling off his head and his binder flying open, letting his papers covered in ideas fly all around the building lobby. One red contact fell out of his eye, and his green-dyed hair waved around. His cell phone rang, the "Final Fantasy" victory theme playing; his ringtone for his girlfriend, Lorelei. "Hello?" He said, trying to blow his hair out of his face. "Yeah. I just got there." He chuckled a bit to himself. "Okay. I'll tell you how it goes. Love ya." He closed his phone, looking up at his best friend. "Howdy Sora." He picked up his contact, putting it back in his left eye. He got up, gathering his papers.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

"Hmm. No respect for another Mangaka huh?", mentioned Iam.

 

He heard her next comment and a thought popped into his head that shouldn't have. This is a business. You have strong will. He stashed away the stray thoughts and got back to business. He needed to see her papers. Another stray thought: his table is quite big. Most of the room isn't really used and e has a closable door. And the table is low. And made with mahogeny. Mahogeny.

 

Run now and you can prevent a future lawsuit. He had all these thoughts fast and then turned his attention to the next person to fly through the door. The boy was a bit awkward too.

 

"Hey, does everyone at that school of yours have bad hand-eye coordination?"

 

The boy swallowed up shame well at least, seeming to be nonchalant about his fall. And Iam sure didn't feel like picking anything up again

 

Next comment. Wow, he might have to start making friends with HR soon. But, what can a samll visit to some resteraunt do? He considered and decided to go by a question-followed-by-question method.

 

"First let me see your names. By the by, how old are you again?"

[Freeshooter]

"I'm 15. Also, I'm with Sora, so we'll be seeing Shifuku-sama. As for your first question addressed towards me, no. Just me and Hayai-chan have bad coordination." He picked up a large case that he had been carrying, and opened it up, revealing a saxophone. He slung it over his back, and closed the case again. He snickered. "My favorite instrument. Also the one I play. You play any?" He asked Iam. "Oh! Also, Sora-chan, you have our names, right?" He asked, flipping his instrument around and playing a short, somewhat uplifting tune.

[Plaguespreader Zombie]

“I don't think he was talking to you, Karas-” Sora couldn't even finish his sentence before he saw what was going on with Iam and Kasumi, “Must.. resist...voyeur...tendencies.” Sora, who had always been perverted, loving hentai doujins and eroge games, whispered to himself, and before he could even blink an eye, he saw the equally perverted Shifu staring up Kasumi's short skirt. “Shi- Shifuku-Sama!?” Sora yelled as he jumped far back, again losing his papers.

 

After a few moments, although being surprised for the moment he saw it, and relaxed, there wasn't enough room for 2 under there either way, so he was safe from being murdered by the devil Kasumi, and he turned his attention back onto Karasu, “As I was saying, of course I have the names, Karasu-Kun, now help me pick them up!”

 

Sora thought that maybe he should help the editors from being killed by the evil Kasumi, but he thought better than to interfere and be killed himself.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

And then Shifu was all up under her skirt. He wondered what he should do.

 

"Before you answer those questions," he said, putting emphasis on the 's' part,"There is a very large roach by your feet, mind if I kick it?"

 

A glower fell upon his face and he placed one wooden sandal on Shifu's face and kicked forward. He just loved wooden samurai sandals so much, he'd wear them with anything. Even his white dress shirt and really wide-hemmed dress pants, which were like a fusion between those big koga pants and dress pants.

 

"Now let's walk", he said, so that he couldsee the names she held.

[Plaguespreader Zombie]

“Damnitt! I didn't get to see anything before you kicked me, Ghede you bastard!” Shifu scratched his butt as it landed against the hard floor. Shifu then noticed the boy picking up the papers at the end of the room. “You.” Shifu stated calmly, as he stood from the floor. “You're Hayai Sora, my appointment, are you not?” He moved on towards Sora, speaking much more easier than he did when he was yelling at Ghede. “Excuse me for my rudeness on the way down here.” He told Sora, picking up the papers the young man had dropped.

 

“Uhm... thank you, Shifuku-Sama!” Sora declared with admiration, the man was much nicer than he had thought when they had their first meeting.

 

“Come, to my office.” Shifu said giving back the papers Sora had dropped, and he then began walking up the stairs. “Wait.” Shifu took a few steps down, and then left the stairs and walked back over to Kasumi. “Here's my card.” Shifu said, smiling perversely, “Call me if you ever get tired of old Ghede-Chan here” Shifu chuckled a bit and winked at the girl.

 

Shifu then nodded at his coworker, and began walking back towards Sora.

[Marly]

At noticing Shifuku's actions, Kasumi's expression turned from flirtatious and silly into something resembling an angry warthog, or maybe a hungry bear, or some other form of ferocious animal. Even after Iam had kicked the man, he still had the nerve to to hand her his card, and flirt a bit with her. What a pervert. She thought, quickly thinking up a punishment worthy of his crime. That's when an idea struck.

 

Before the man could reach Sora, or before he could take more than three steps, Kasumi pulled back her arm, balled her hand into a fist, and lunged at the back of his head with full force. And Kasumi was no pushover, she was definitely considered strong and athletic by her peers.

 

"Serves you right." She said, still furious. "Iam! Let's head back to your office, I don't like the trash that hangs around in the lobby." She yelled back to her editor, speeding up her pace and running up the stairs, looking for a door with "Ghede" or something similar on it. "Ugh, hurry up Iam! I was never good with finding things. Especially rooms."

[Freeshooter]

Karasu picked up a few papers, looked at Kasumi and laughed a bit. Hayais perversion was slightly shared between the two. He quickly ran after Sora and Shifuku. "So. Down to business?" He asked casually. "I believe this was our first name that we decided on, Shifuku-sama." He said, choosing a paper that said "Pentagram Knight" on it. "I came up with it because I couldn't get the symbol out of my head while wearing a shirt from Massachusetts with the symbol on it." Karasu handed Shifuku the Name, and patiently waited for his response.

[Plaguespreader Zombie]

“Ow.” Shifu muffled as the fist penetrated his perverted aura and pummeled straight into his head. “Damn..you wear a short skirt like that, you should expect people to look underneath it!” Shifu yelled back at the girl, shaking his fist with anger.

 

“Ahh.” Sora busted out in laughter at this, Shifu's face was priceless. He stopped laughing when he noticed the annoyed editors face staring back at him. “Oh! Sorry, Shifuku-Sama!” Sora yelled as he scrambled to his feet.

 

“It's alright...” Shifu scratched his head, “Anyway, Karasu, Sora, you two, in my office, now.” He told the two children “It's the third cubicle to the right, couldn't miss it. I'll review your work in there.” Shifu then began walking back towards the stairs. “That girl's going to get a mouthful from me if she gets serialized here.” Shifu thought, anger marks showing on his face.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

Iam walked along with the neophyte to his office, where there was a plate with his name on it. It was made out of silver, and oddly enough, he made it himself to look like something on the periodic table of elements. It even had 'IG' in the middle to make it very authentic-looking. He slid the bamboo door to the side. Oh me and my peculiar tastes.

 

In fact, the whole cube structure thy concealed his office was 4" bamboo sticks. Tightly wound too. He walked over to the table and slid his hand around the drawer part until he found his extra pillow. He pulled out the red and gold pillow, and placed it next to the table. He patted it, mentioning for her to sit.

 

"My office might be a bit different, but yeah, take a seat. I use pillows instead of chairs. I'm a cultural person," He began to slide over to his own seat in front of the computer, and he took the computer and collapsed it into the drawers with ease so the whole table could be used.

 

"Now, if you'll pass me some names and give me a little intro on your story, we can start."

[Phantom Roxas]

Matsuki was nervous, but he had it. In his hands sat a little story he had crafted himself. He had managed to create not a name by himself, with amateur art at best. His story, which for now was untitled, centered around a man who crashed on his bike and developed split personality disorder. A bizarre premise, but it was something, wasn't it? Now, what would happen beyond that, he didn't know, so he came up with the idea that the split personality committed a murder, adding a mystery element to it.

 

After much counting, the name was thirty-seven pages long. A good enough length for a second chapter, but he needed a lengthy first chapter. Well, that's why he was here, wasn't he? He swore that he'd come up with something, and he couldn't turn back now. He approached the receptionist, who seemed to sigh once she caught a glance of him. That little sigh really detracted from her cuteness proximity, but whatever.

 

"I suppose there have already been other people around my age?" Matsuki asked.

"Oh, yes," the receptionist confirmed. "Now then, I suppose you have an appointment?"

[Freeshooter]

OOC: First of all, this will not die. Second, I won't be on until around 6 or 7 PM Pacific time tomorrow. Friend that's a girl is coming over xD

 

Karasu took a seat in the office, and started cleaning his instrument. He looked at his shirt, and noticed that the vinyl "a" in the "JaZzY" had been scratched a bit. Now it looked like... "JiZzY". He quickly put his saxophone away and held his case in front of the word. He looked a Shifuku, who had been taking a look at the name. "So... How do you like it, Shifuku-sama?" He asked sheepishly, burying himself into the seat. "He hates it..." Karasu murmured silently, close to Hayai, hoping he would hear it.

[Plaguespreader Zombie]

“I don't like it.” Shifu spoke without even a moment's pause after he had finished reading over the names. “Everything seems to forced, there's way to many Deus Ex Machinas. Although that may be alright for some manga, not a manga who I am editing.” Shifu continued picking out the serie's multiple flaws. “Truthfully, I think you should give up now. Sure, you have some potential, but you'll never be popular. Besides, you'll still be in high school if you even DO get serialized.” Shifu told the two upcoming mangakas without a care for their feelings.

 

These words stung Sora's heart, becoming a mangaka was his dream and he wouldn't let anyone stomp it, he wanted to punch Shifu in the face with the hardest fist he could make, but he held back. “We'll come up with something else!” Sora stood up and yelled at his editor, but it would seem like he was yelling at everyone because his voice could reach every cubicle in the room.

 

“Alright! Alright!” Shifu yelled back at the uplifted Sora, “Just be quiet damnitt...” Shifu motioned for Sora to sit back down in his seat. “We'll schedule another meeting for 2 months from now, come up with something good, and I'll turn it in for Serialization. Alright?” Shifu thought after finishing his sentence, “This guy has3 a lot of determination... I like that”