[b][i]Dojoville//1900 hours//Unknown Mage[/i][/b] [i]The lone figure strolled in cautiously, her silhouette long in the setting sun, elongated, stretched shadows dancing in the evening of the town. The figure was a weary traveler, her brown hair dirty and sweat-plastered, tied back in a ponytail as perspiration ran down the sides of her pale, thin face. She had bright, stunning violet colored eyes, with crimson lights dancing around in them. Her robe was long, reaching halfway past her knees, and glittered with dark violet, maroon, and crimson colors that shifted around the robe rapidly, a fancy trick of the light. Her skin was quite pale, her thin lips slightly parted as she gasped for air. Her once-shiny black boots were now dusty and worn, her black trousers torn and dirty, and her loose, blue shirt was drenched in sweat yet hidden by her robes. The right leg of her trousers were pulled up past her knee, revealing bandages. Her right hand was gripped tightly around a light beige bo staff, which was being used as a crutch of some sort, and she was limping, greatly favoring her left, showing that her right leg was obvious wounded. Hidden in her robes, away from eyesight, was a worn, old spell book, which she kept well hidden. As she entered Dojoville, she looked around, and limped further in. She was looking for a weapons store, and that she found quite quickly; after all, in a place like Dojoville, there's bound to be a couple of massive weaponry stores. She opened the front two doors to the weaponry store, and the sudden, cool air of the air conditioned room blasted at her, and she let out a soft, relieved sigh. She limped into the store, the doors falling shut behind her. The store was quite empty, and very large at that, about the size of a warehouse. Shelves were scattered all around the store, with hundreds of melee weaponry dangling precariously by thin strings, from longswords to katanas, from cutlasses to greatwords. The woman took no notice of all the blades, for she knew that they were well out of her price range. She limped up to the counter at the very back of the store, and laid her six foot long, thin bo staff on the counter top, gently placing her wounded leg on the ground. She winced at the pressure, but grew used to it. She looked at the person behind the desk, a tall, six foot five man, with a face that looked like it had not been shaved for weeks. His calm, blue eyes were piercing, and he had a square jaw, in addition to closely trimmed, dark brown hair. He smiled politely at the woman, before asking:[/i] "Well, what'll it be, miss?" [i]The woman gestured towards her bo staff, her intelligent, deep violet eyes never leaving the man's blue ones, who stared back, unwavering.[/i] "Take two feet off it, and replace it with a two foot long, titanium blade," [i]She requested, smiling slightly with her pale, thin lips, her eyes still never leaving the man's. The man nodded, and turned away, pulling his gaze from the woman's, who in turn looked away. He took the bo staff, examining it.[/i] "It'll be about an hour," [i]He said, glancing up at the woman. She nodded, and turned, limping towards the exit. She'd be back in an hour to collect her bo staff, and the man would accept payment. She opened the door, the bell on top of the door ringing, and the warm, outside air drifted inside. She stepped out, shutting the door behind her. It was time to waste time.[/i][spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[b]A mysterious figure wonders through the dojo. He talks to no one and looks at no one. He is in full body armor that clings to his body like a second skin, and has a tail (also armored) some spines on his back, and a long snout. He is 10 feet tall, and is very muscular. The metal glows cyan in the light of the moon. He carries a huge sword on his back, a large rifle as well, two pistols holstered on either side of him, and a couple of grenades.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

Meh.

[b][i]Reports of scattered piracy spread slowly throughout Dojoville, stories of hijackings and trade disruptions. Survivors report armed machines, and of pirates armed with high-tech weaponry boarding ships, and stealing their cargo in seemingly impossible situations. Regardless, one thing has become clear: the skies of Tatakai have become dangerous. Perhaps it is time to bring sustenance to these tales...[/i][/b] [spoiler]Just a taste of what's to come.[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Title: A New Business in Town Time: 13:00 Area: dojoville and the dojo[/u][/i][/b] [i]The day was calm under the warm sun, people were happily going about their daily routine, the dojo was lively and perfect, all this was until multiple cars showed up. 10 or 11 old Chevys rolled over the horizon. Some went to dojoville, and others went up the plateau. The cars rolled up, their engines roaring, and a man stepped out. He proceeded to move around one of the cars and opened the door to it, letting out another man, a tall older man got out of the car, adjusting his jacket, he walked inside the dojo and quickly found himself a large room inside. Within the hour, he was set up and guards were standing outside his door. Inside, he had a large polished wooden desk with decorations around it where he was working. Below the dojo, a few dozen gangsters began settling in. They had made this place their new home. The Sandello family had dug themselves right in, and so the crime began, making sure the people of dojoville respected them the way they wanted.[/i]

The sound of a ship jumping into hyperspace is heard all across Tatakai, as a massive Venator-class star-destroyer, with the symbol of the Republic. This was the [i]Crusader[/i], one of the ships that had to flee the galaxy after Sidious launched Order 66, forcing them to jump into deep space. Their hyperdrive wasn't working, forcing them to stay on this planet. At the bridge, was Admiral Zazur, along with around a few clone troopers, out of the 20,000 military personnel on board, mostly clone troopers. "Sir...what are your orders for this planet, sir?" The clone trooper asked. "Captain Bliss...I'll give you 100 clone troopers to send to this position. If there is anything interesting, you contact me." Said the Admiral. "Yes sir." Bliss replied, as 5 ARC-170 fighters escorted 5 Republic gunships. 4 of the gunships, including Bliss's, landed in Dojoville, with the remaining one landing just outside the wall. [spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]

[b]The Dojo had been silent most of the day, nothing really happening. Then there was a gust of wind, the Dojo gates creaking open and at the entrance stood Royal. He chuckles, falling face forward into the ground and dust kicked up from the ground. His entire arm was cut up, practically ripped open. An arrow pierced through his chest and back. He simply laid there, unmoving. [/b] [spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]

SCREW IT, I AM COMING BACK EARLY! [b]Fortis has been searching for a ship desperately for a month now, and has had no luck. He finds one parked in the dojo, and sees no one around. He creeps into the ship and starts the engine.[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]How You Like Me Now // Dekeshi Waters // 0900 Hours // JT. [/b] [i]"This is Pequod, coming in hot." The radio's noise was accompanied by the loud noise of an Aircraft Carrier cutting through the waters of the ocean, waves parting to make way for its push into the waters ahead. NWH soldiers ran around the deck and inside the vessel's inner workings to ensure the cannons and engines were all in top shape, the command bridge was filled with men in grey combat fatigues with green sleeves, or occasionally red sleeves to designate a general, colonel, or NWH Forger, part of the original three hundred men that forged the PMC. Pilots on the deck got in their NWH SAC-09 Fighter Jets and VTOL's, everything from a 205mm cannon to a highly explosive custom HYDRA rocket. Hundreds of men were onboard this vessel. And yet a lone transport helicopter was dispatched, and only two VTOL's followed, accompanied by five more of these transporters. Eventually a fleet of thirty transport birds was following one special hind, which looked to have some hella thickened steel and a layer of what looked to be experimental hard light protecting it. [/i] ((Pants))

[b]The Market[/b] [b][u]Moscow Metro, "Alexandrov"[/u][/b] Vladimir browsed the wares of the merchant, the man wearing the aged Spetsnaz fatigues was way past his prime. His hair greying in many spots and his face worm with time. A knife was at his side and so was his trusty мaкаров handgun. He eyed the flamethrower curiously as he reached into his pockets to lay a heap of roubles, magazines, and strange, pebble-sized metals out onto the table. "How much ammo will this buy if I get flamethrower with it?" "Four tanks along with the one already loaded." "хорошо. Take the money and the items and reserve it for when I get back." He continued his march through the bazaar, many people selling European foods of Russian origin. A man wearing old urban military gear from the pre-war "ратник" project ran towards him, a gas mask on a belt around his waist and a messenger bag made from animal skin under his left arm. The armor was especially damaged around the legs and he seemed relatively young, his face was mostly unhurt and the places with punter wounds showed undamaged skin. In obviously wasn't who he thought it was Vladimir drew his sidearm and aimed it right at the man's forehead. "Stop right there where I can see your hands. I know only one person here who wears that armor and model of gas mask and that's my brother Dimitry, uo7nobiously aren't him. Tell me how you got it." "S-sir I'm just a messenger, I was told to deliver some stuff to you and gave me this suit to protect me from the environment." Vladimir lowered his gun hesitantly and put it on his hip. "Give me whatever message you came to deliver and give the armor back." The man handed Vladimir a picture and a camera, after looking at the footage he clenched his fist with anger and waved his hand at the mail courier signaling for him to leave. "Leave the armor and equipment at my doorstep, I'll be heading by nightfall to deal with his killer." (Closed.)

[b]hooded figure walks up the mighty steps of the dojo, his 5' long sword and stubble.[/b] I... Have finally made it! Now i can learn. [b]sound of a landing ship is heard[/b] I promised i would avenge you brother. I- [b]a golden ship lands on him, his blood is paved across the ground, he's completely pancaked. A ramp extends and a man, a legend steps out. He confidentiality strides out but stops after realising he stepped in tragic anime character blood. His voice is accurately British[/b] -blam!-! These were tailored! [b]you see, it's Lego. He moves his hand outward, a short wave[/b] I'm back now. (Open) [spoiler]lego makes me whole[/spoiler]

[i]Getting tired of just sitting around, Athena decided to head up to the Dojo. Once she arrived, she knocked on the door thing.[/i] "Anybody home?" [spoiler]Testers... Yer up[/spoiler]

[b]aiyanna's rival[/b] [i]aiyanna is sleeping outside in the grass outside the dojo gates when she sits straight up while issuing a low growl as she stares at the woods in a dead stare. She then gets up and slowly starts walking woods still growling. When she enter the woods disappearing from view there a quiet stillness for a second then the sound of loud barking and snarling as it sounds like aiyanna is taking on something much bigger than her but what it is a mystery. But what she fighting is no pushover cause the fight end up outside the woods as a larger black shuck crashes out the woods turning to face aiyanna who is just baring her fangs at it growling but their busy fighting each and causing one hell of racket as they fight each other. Its not long before bigger one got her pinned down but she still snapping and biting at its face as its got her pinned [/i] [b]the sounds of them fighting echo across the dojo[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Woods a few miles west of Dojoville [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 1200 hours [i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Ylon, Yara [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] The Crimson Swordsman, Slayer of Immortals [i]Strolling through the calm, sunlit woods was a woman, who appeared to be twenty four, with shoulder length brown hair in bright, green eyes. She whistled along with the singing birds in the slight breeze that rustled the leaves in the forest, as cicadas buzzed and crickets chirped. A smile danced on her lips, and she appeared to be calm and happy. The sunlight shined through the branches and lush, green leaves of the trees as the woman strolled, her torn, blue skinny jeans stained with dirt and her loose, beige t-shirt looking old and rather worm. It was calm and peaceful, until a man came crashing through the woods, chased by a mad-looking, pale and skinny man, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained with blood. His canines were unnecessarily sharp, and his grin looked rather manic. The man whom this crazy thing chased was about six foot four, and wore a snug, crimson chest plate, with an intricate design of a lion head on its chest. There were plates of crimson metal covering a few joints, such as his kneecaps and elbows, and two larger shoulder guards on his broad shoulders. The rest of his outfit was brown leather, in addition to a long, maroon colored cloak hanging around his neck, stopping a few inches above his ankles. The man had artfully messy, scarlet colored hair, and warm, orange eyes that fit in nicely with the calm and warm environment. However his facial expression was serious, his square jaw tense as his lips were set in a firm line of concentration. On the man's back, a massive greatsword was hanging there, seven feet in length. It was stowed diagonally, the grip sticking up above the left of his head, the tip of the blade only barely not touching the dirt path beneath his right shoulder. On each side of his waist, a longsword was sheathed, for a total of two longswords. The sheathes were black, with crimson rims, and were about four and a half feet long. The crazy looking man behind the one with all the weaponry and armor was gaining on him, and her suddenly pounced, lunging at the red man's throat. Quick as lightning the man's greatsword was drawn as he spun with great speed, and the other man was cleaved right in half, their top half hitting the dirt path before his bottom half. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the main's leather, and drenching the greatsword in the red fluids. The man stared at the completely shredded attacker, his orange eyes full of hatred.[/i] "Bloodsucker," [i]He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.[/i] "Stultus factus immortales." [i]The woman recognized the dead language, Latin, and knew what it meant—stupid immortal. The woman had also noticed the other now deceased man, the immortal, for being a vampire. Somehow, she knew that the man with the greatsword had a vendetta against immortals, and thus was a danger to her, for she herself was about ten billon years old, the creator of the Legion of Dragons, the first Dragon of the Void, Yuldner. She knew for a fact that she could crush the man easily, however something about him was... off. It wasn't some aura of power that commander respect, like Yuldner felt a lot of at the nearby dojo. Rather it was a more... quite deadliness, that said that if the man dedicated himself to killing somebody then he would stop at nothing to slaughter them. The man turned, then looked at the woman who appeared to he twenty four, and was lost in thought. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion, as he couldn't trust anything; after all, the last time he came across people who claimed to be mortal and had a good cause, he was brainwashed into killing hundreds of innocents for no reason at all. So he took a step forward, raising his greatsword at the woman, ready to lash out at any moment. The woman chose her words very, very carefully.[/i] "Who was the other guy?" [i]She inquired cautiously as the man scowled.[/i] "Just some vampire," [i]He said, his orange eyes never leaving the woman.[/i] "And what did he do to you?" [i]The woman said, not liking how swiftly and emotionlessly the man slew the vampire. The man's scowl grew.[/i] "First of all, he tried to kill me," [i]He said, making sure none of his annoyance was shown in his tone.[/i] "Second of all... he was an immortal." [i]The confirmed what Yuldner had guessed, and she decided that it would be wise to end his life right then and there. Four, deep, purple orbs formed around her, each with a diameter of one foot. She launched the orbs made of pure voice energy at the man, and the resulting explosion launched him back a hundred yards, slamming him into a tree. He grit his teeth in pain as he remained standing, and he charged, letting out a battle cry that sounded as though it had been used a hundred, no, a thousand times. The woman formed solid spikes of hardened void in midair, launching them at the man. He lifted his greatsword with ease he charged, and parried both the spikes, not slowing his charge as he was finally on Yuldner, lashing out with a massive slash with his greatsword, which whistled through the air, headed for Yuldner's neck. She simply formed a shield of solid void energy mid air, and the sword slammed into it, not even denting the shield. Yuldner smiled slightly as she formed another orb of void energy, launching it at the man. However, he was ready, and lifted his sword to cover him at an angle. The explosion pushed him back three feet, however he kept his balance as he rushed forward again, slashing again. Again the woman blocked, however the man expected her to; holding the greatsword in one had he drew one of his two longswords from its sheathe, revealing the longsword to be the same color as the greatsword, crimson red. He thrusted, and the sword entered Yuldner's abdomen, causing her to cough blood. However, her skin began to turn black as night, until she had pitch black scales instead of skin. She had entered stage one. She easily pulled the greatsword out, and her wound almost instantly closed. From seemingly nowhere she pulled out her own, violet colored greatsword, only a little shorter than the man's. They clashed, massive sword on massive sword, sending sparks flying as tension increased. Yuldner was a tad bit stronger than the man, and he was struggling to block her blows. Then, Yuldner made the mistake of slashing completely vertically to get the aid if gravity in her next slash. The man sidestepped, then slammed his right fist right into the woman's head, causing her to lose balance. He took this opportunity, and lashed out while Yuldner spent the half second it took to regain balance. The greatsword shredded through her armored skin, cleaving past her spine and ending up cleaving off her upper body. The body fell just like the vampire's did, and the man stowed his sword without even cleaning some of the blood off that drenched the man's sword. He sighed, stretching.[/i] "That's two immortals in a day," [i]He murmured to himself, finishing his stretches.[/i][spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/04/b4/ed/04b4ed66e987908bee40f8f11c8f30c7.jpg[/spoiler] [u][b]Time: 21:54 Location: Dojoville Title: For the Führer![/b][/u] [i]A man slowly walked the path of Dojoville, each step making a gentle thud whenever they hit the stone pavement beneath him. He grinned beneath his midnight black, skullshaped helmet, blood red eyes shimmering dangerously in the moonlight. In the German's armoured and gloved hands, were [url=https://imgur.com/Ezktwwy]two midnight black MG42's[/url], the paint glimmering in the moonlight. The two guns were decorated with crimson red swastikas on the barrel, the trigger, and the each side of the black leather wrapped grip. The two rope thingies slowly moved back and forth with every step and, when the soft mountain wind brushed past them, same for the two belts of bullets that were wrapped around Jack's waist. Slung diagonally across the man's chest, was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MP44_-_Tyskland_-_8x33mm_Kurz_-_Arm%C3%A9museum.jpg]Sturmgewehr[/url], the paintjob being the same as the one the two heavy machine guns have, a large drum magazine being the only.. visible modification. At the man's right thigh was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Parabellum_1586.png]Luger P08[/url], the paintjob, of course, being the same as every other gun's. Midnight black with crimson red swastikas. Diagonally on the Näzi's back, with the butt sticking out from behind his right shoulder, was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:SPAS-12_stock_folded.jpg]SPAS-12[/url], this gun having no modifications at all. Just the same paintjob. The German stopped walking, slowly looking around himself and at the very curious crowd that had surrounded him. Jack growled as he raised the two heavy machine guns, some people stumbling away. [/i] "YOU FOOLS!" [i]The man sneered at the crowd, his right eye twitching as he pressured both triggers without a warning. The two weapons started spewing .50 cal bullets, each bullet tearing through someone, blood splattering the ground and buildings as the projectiles tore through people, leaving giant holes in their wake. With screams of fear and surprise, the people started running, pushing one another out of their way in a hurry to get away from the murderer, only to fall prey to the many bullets the man was during. [/i] "DIE! DIE, YOU VERMIN! FOUL ANIMALS! CAN YOU NOT SEE WE GERMANS ARE THE SUPERIOR RACE?! DIE, DIE, DIE!" [i]Locust yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice loud and raspy, a very thick German accent lacing his every loud and angry word. A deep, delightful laugh followed, the German's posture heaving as the laugh turned plain maniacal. The creaks between the stones in the pavement were filled with the blood of corpses by now, mounds of dead, mutilated people laying to the sides of the street, blood pooling beneath them. [/i] "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FOR ZE REICH, VERMIN! FOR MEIN FÜHRER! HEIL HITLER! HEIL HITLER! HEEEEEIIIIL!" [i]The man screamed as he lowered the guns, the rain of bullets stopping as smoke drew from the fire orange barrels, bullet casings laying in two piles; one to each side of the German. The man chuckled to himself, guns raising again as he continued his trek, everyone having fled inside by now. Each of his steps created a soft splash as he put his feet down in the thick layer of blood that covered the street. Jack loved it all. Every. Single. Bit. [/i] [spoiler]Open as all fück. [/spoiler]

[b]The drunken man stumbled his way through the dojo. He was in a tattered rain jacket, and in similar shape, snow pants and boots. An extra pair of two sown on arms were below those originally there. A white hockey mask was placed over his bald head, and two machetes were in his lower hands. He bumped into someone, who promptly told him to F off. That man was launched off into a wall, where a crater now lay. After that, those who bumped into him stayed silent. With a gurgle in his throat, he made his way down to the arena, knowing that his anger couldn't be taken out on people outside the battle ground. With the shuffling of feet, he came to a stop, waiting for a challenger.[/b] [spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]

Plot post 2(BlueyedFellpool): [b][i]The chase[/i][/b] *William has kidnapped Leyla's fiancé and literally the only lead there is on where William has taken him was given to her by Colonel Sander's brother who disappeared in an explosion of fried chicken. Maybe trusting that they're heading to another city isn't a good idea, then again, you don't really have a choice.* [spoiler]Open for Blue[/spoiler]

Plot post 2(ASAP): [b][i]The chase[/i][/b] *What with Sapphire's eardrums exploding and William kidnapping Sketch, things were not going too well. William was located somewhere in a large building in the next town. He was in city hall.* [spoiler]Open for ASAP[/spoiler]

Plot post 2(Orn): [b][i]The chase[/i][/b] *Anri and Vorim have finally made their way back out of the sewer after losing William and Sketch. Suddenly, a building off in the distance explodes.* [u][b]S#%&!!![/b][/u] [spoiler]Open for Orn[/spoiler]

The popular song by none other than Metallica was heard for miles, the epic metal song accompanied by the sound of shaking metal and heavy-duty tires crunching gravel to dust. The large Van-Truck Hybrid, painted a blood red with a ramshackle exterior that looked like it could break apart at any moment, surprisingly held fine. With four large tires in the back and two in the front, it sped through Dojoville like a bat outta Hell. The man, or rather, thing that was driving it, was whooping and hollering like a madman. The driver was a large, hulking mass of green muscle, with a large jaw and head, with two canines jutting out from his bottom jaw. It wore a set of armored overalls, with welding goggles over its eyes. A cigar laid in its mouth, the smoke leaving a trail out the window of the vehicle. A creature that could only be described as a stereotypical Goblin crawled out from the back of the vehicle. It tapped the drivers shoulder. "Ey, boss? W'ere's we goin'?" The driver looked back, seemingly annoyed. He grumbled something and took an Imperial Commissar's hat out of a glove compartment. The hat had seen better days obviously. He shoved it on the creatures head, and threw the green thing to the passenger seat. He gave it a map, yellowed with age. It obviously had difficulty looking at it, as the wind was blowing it everywhere. "Yu tell me, ya grot!" The little man groaned as he tried to look at it. "Well, boss, we'ze shud be roight on top uf I-LOOK OUT BOSS!" "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The vehicle came to a screeching halt, leaving skid marks in its wake. It had just arrived in the Dojo. The music crackled and ceased. "Welp, we'se 'ere." The driver opened the door and exited the vehicle, revealing his [url=https://cdnb1.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/335/969/large/ted-beargeon-ork-caster-psyker-anatomy-sk.jpg?1417705078?dl=1]physical appearance[/url] as well as his clothing. The green beast wore a set of brown leather overalls, with steel-toed boots, armored knee pads, and two metal pauldrons strapped securely with chains across its chest. The pauldrons are lined in red, with the inside black and white checkers. It also sported a pair of welding goggles, which it slid off to reveal bloodred irises. It's clothes were stained with blood, oil, and grease. It no longer contained a cigar. The beast looked back at its vehicle, and banged on its side twice. "SET UP SHOP, BOYZ!" Immediately, groans, laughter and racket was heard from inside the vehicle, as the back began to open and become a stand of sorts. There were more Goblins, each scurrying around, doing different jobs. The driver groaned and looked at his servants. "OI! GET ME MAH CHAIR!" "Sure fing, boss!" A foldable beach chair was handed to the driver by a rather jumpy servant. He grinned, as he laid down on his chair. He took off a canteen from his belt and began to messily chug a black liquid. He looked back again, angry. "AN W'EREZ THRASH?!" "S-sorry boss! He'z commin'!" A purple [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/f/ff/Attack_Squig.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130612211122]animal[/url] slightly larger than a house cat ran out from the back of the truck and jumped on top of the driver. It began to lick its master wildly. "Oi, oi! Get offa me!" The animal eventually stopped as its master gave it a human skull to gnaw on. And so, it waited. [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[b][i]He approached the hate with a smile on his face his red hair flowing in the slight breeze. As he looked up smiling his smile quickly faded as he put his hand to his face. The brother and sister were fighting again. The spirit of Fire Angri and her brother Lavel. His face looked upset as he thought inside his head.[/i][/b] "Can you two ever not argue..." "Angris started I-." "I don't care who started it you guys have been doing it non-stop." [b][i]He sighs as he turns back to the gate knocking on it. Placing his hands behind his head as he smiles. Now wasn't the time to be fighting a new chapter was starting.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Vanders Test[/spoiler]

[i][u]A Rivalry Reborn[/u][/i] [b][i]We are born of the blood. Made men by the blood. Undone by the blood. Our eyes are yet to open. Fear the old blood.[/i][/b] [u][i]Dojoville 6:41 PM Daniel, the Last Executioner Irina, the Last Vileblood[/i][/u] [i]Lightning flashed across the dull grey sky as the loud crack of thunder sounding could be heard above the Dojo and the village surrounding it, rainwater crashing down upon the homes and buildings of Dojoville, water running down the streets and into the village's sewers. Civilians were running through the street, attempting to seek cover from the rain that fell heavily from the heavens, coats raised above their heads as they sprinted into buildings, homes, and taverns alike. Yet someone wasn't going inside of a tavern. He was getting thrown out. The metal door that belonged to "The Dragon's Tail" suddenly busted open, and out came two figures, both of them 7 foot tall, extremely muscular males. And between them, a rather odd figure. They were carrying a 6'4 foot tall man, looking burly and somewhat muscular, light grey robes engulfing his body and thrashing wildly as he kicked and tried breaking away from the men's grasp, the massive holy shawl on his back flinging around as he did so. His leather gauntlets were adorned with metals suck as steel and iron, his boots seeming to be rather similar to this design. On his head was a massive golden helmet, which provided no eye sockets for sight or...anything of the matter, really. Attached to the man's belt was a rather large book, about 2500 pages thick, and a small, wooden music box, polished and pristinely cares for, by the looks of it.[/i] [i]The odd man roared as he was suddenly thrown to the wet concrete, turning and beginning to get back up. As soon as he rose, the men that had carried him out of the bar had already went back in, locking the door behind them. The man suddenly went into a fit of rage, screaming with pure anger and vulgarity.[/i] Daniel: "WHY, YOU LITTLE BUNCH OF FÚCKING PANSIES!! YOU GOT A THING AGAINST HUNTERS SHOWING 'OW WE KICK ASS, DON' YA?! YAH FÚCKIN CÚNTS!!!" [i]The man screamed with a loud amount of vulgarity, his accent sounding rather British, funny enough. He growled with fury, walking over to a rather large, metallic trash can next to the tavern's concrete walls. He reached in, and pulled out a massive wooden and steel wheel, which he set down using a grip on its side. He then pulled a jagged black sword from the trash and filth, sheathing it at his side before then retrieving a golden and steel lever-action long barreled rifle, wiping off the muck on it and then slinging it onto his back.[/i] [i]The streets were rather empty now, devoid completely of life, and the man walked out onto them, dragging the massive wooden wheel along as he proceeded onwards. Until...he felt a presence. Something he had not felt in a long, long time. Something that he dreaded above all else.[/i] Daniel: "...It's you...isn't it? ...Reveal yourself...[i]Vileblood."[/i] [i]And she did reveal herself. She had been caught by a blind man. One that she hated with all her heart. The woman exited from an empty alleyway, standing at 6'3 with a thin yet athletic posture, her dark grey garb covered in rainwater, her leather cape waving slightly in a breeze that suddenly passed by. Her gauntlets were pure leather, her boots laced up and a dark brown, covered in thick mud and dirt. She looked up at the man silently, the pointed hat on her head shuffling slightly, alongside the white pigeon feather in its back as she did so. She looked as if she was twenty-five, with a strikingly beautiful yet incredibly pale face, as if she had never even gone outside, her platinum blonde hair almost like thin strands of silver. Piercing light blue eyes staring at the man silently, the woman drew a rather unique weapon from her side. A 5'1 foot long straight katana blade, the hilt of the weapon a 2'4 foot long metallic dagger. Both of the weapons were combined, it seemed. And yet, and the woman's side was a separate katana, 5'4 feet long and curved, the blade was stained with dark blood. She silently drew a rather large flintlock pistol from her side, raising it up with her left hand and aiming down the sights. Right at the man's head. [/i] [i]The man heard the woman pull the trigger, and with a ridiculous reaction speed, suddenly raised his wheel as a shield, blocking the oncoming bullet from penetrating his golden helmet. He lowered his wheel, waiting for his opponent to attack.[/i] [i]He began to hear footsteps approaching from afar. 20 feet. 19 feet. 18 feet. 17 feet. It was time to end this. Once and for all. Raising his wheel once more, the man began to silently approach his enemy, his rival. The Vileblood filth that tainted the earth. The woman raised her blade, preparing to slaughter this fool, this imbecile. The Executioner bástard that took everything from her. Both of them kept approaching, and the old rivalry had begun once more.[/i] ((Open. This is a serious RP post. Yes, you may be killed by one of these characters.))

[i][u]Do I seriously have to do this every time I just want to kill someone damnit[/u][/i] [i]The hologram of the knightess fell for the thirtieth time, the coiled sword driven into its chest once again. It twitched then faded into particles. Dead. Nothing remaining but the flaming sword, the grip aged and burnt, the blade thick enough to be considered a blunt weapon, which was odd for its length of 5'7. It clattered to the ground, the one that it had found itself in completely gone.[/i] [i]Until of course, Anri retrieved her weapon. A suit of old, ash covered armor protecting her body from harm, the red and ash grey fabric was surprisingly dirty, covered in dried blood. The armor's platings were modified, the metal gauntlets and leggings being made of steel, ceramic, and kevlar. The helmet she wore, a rather intimidating thing, really, was made of these materials as well, except one would replace kevlar with carbon plating. A jagged crown was practically the back of the helm, filled with ash and dirt. Anri raised up her sword, studying the coiled shape of the blade that she wielded into the battle. She was within the arena, waiting for a...true opponent, to be exact.[/i] (OPEN!)

Plot post 2(Tubbs): [i][b]The chase[/b][/i] *William seemed to have just disappeared, taking Sketch with him. Vorim and Works stood on the roof of the building, Vorim running in circles.* [u][b]OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!! THEY'REGONETHEY'REGONE!!![/b][/u] *Suddenly, over in the next town a building explodes with black liquid.* [spoiler]Open for Tubbs[/spoiler]

[i]Serenity is with her sister outside sitting under a tree but they are chatting in mer so what they are talking about is a mystery in itself. But what is the main question cause both are excited about something. As they continue to talk its clear that both are getting worked up over something important because leyla is starting to get mad and cross her arms. Its not long before leyla gets up clearly upset and starts to leave as she does she brushes past one of twins who just happen to walking past. Serenity just looks after her sister and sighs shaking her head while mumbling something in mer. [/i] "Did i miss something?"says Keira "Nah we were just talking about something important and she got upset that's all"says serenity "What she get upset about if you don't mind me asking?"says Keira "Oh i do mind and its none your business so you best stay out of it"says serenity [i]with that serenity gets up and walks away in different direction than her sister did. Keira is left wondering what made leyla so upset so keira wonders if she should find leyla and see what it was. So Keira heads off in direction that leyla went. It not long before keira finds leyla sitting alone by herself under a small tree looking off in the distance with a upset look on her face. Keira approaches with a worried look on her face then sits down next her "are you okay?"asks Keira [i]its awhile before says anything so just sits there for a second waiting for her to say something[/i] "Yeah im fine"says leyla "You sure you don't look fine "says Keira "I am really "says leyla "Your a bad liar i know your upset about something"says Keira [i]Leyla sighs sounding like she getting irritated Keira. Keira looks at leyla with a look of concern on her face. She places a hand on her shoulder then she sighs[/i] "Look if you don't tell me whats bothering you im gonna go find someone who you will talk to"says Keira [i]Leyla says nothing esle but remains silent. So keira just sighs and gets up leaving her be. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]