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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
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THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
English
#Offtopic
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129 Replies[b][u]Tranquility Adjustable Times Somewhere in The Dojo's woods Mion[/u][/b] [i]The girl had appreciated nature like this. It was nice and peaceful, the sound of birds singing their song and rabbits hopping around. It also smelled nice here, a result from the flowers growing on the side of the beaten path. Mion hummed a merry little tune, as she walked. Mion had experienced changes that were drastic from her original appearance. She had turned 7 to 12, giving her a bit of a more mature appearance, though she was still a child. Her golden blonde hair had turned a serene snow white, though her eyes still were a sapphire blue. Her clothing was white as well, complimenting her hair a bit. An elegantly designed white dress, along with similarly coloured shoes and socks were seen on her. A handbag was strapped to her side, brown in colour with flowers designed onto it. A white lily was pinned onto her hair, which complimented her appearance as wall. Seeing that she was nearing her destination, Mion began to jog towards the exit, an cheerful look on her face. As she got to the end, she was greeted with a wonderful sight. In front of her was a huge lake, its surface reflecting the celestial body above. A river roared in the distance, as its rapid waters ran down into the body of water. A huge clearing was around her, the place looking mystical in nature. Running up to the edge of the lake, she pumped her feet free from her shoes and socks, setting them down nearby. Then after putting down her handbag as well, she walked into the lake until the water was up to her hips. Aside from the river, it was silent here, with nobody around. It was a perfect place for her to do anything uninterrupted. Putting her hands to her chest, she began to hum, although more louder than before. Closing her eyes and focusing on her voice only, her humming eventually would turn into singing, her mellifluous tone reverberating throughout the area.[/i] [spoiler]Boredom post. Open. And please don't do anything bad.[/spoiler]
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173 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 11/3/2017 12:04:34 AM[b][u]Miss Grey[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Gates, Notibly Destroyed, 10:01[/i] "Well then, not surprising that this place has been obliterated to all hell," Sarah said. Her eyes scanned over the ruins through her helmet. Seraph appeared at her right shoulder, "This place was invaded weekly." Lunar appeared on Sarah's left, "According to Flame, there was a sentient fire...." "Lunar, watch your puns," she said. "Anyway, the place was blowtorched by a sentient fire." "Interesting," Seraph muttered, the AI based off the Warlock was curious. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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118 Replies[b][i]Dojo training area (Idk what it's called)[/i][/b] [b][i]Training day![/i][/b] [b][i]It was a nice sunny day out, not too cold but not too hot either as people enjoyed the day. Some would walk with friends, others might enjoy a coffee at the local diner. A select few people though, would find other routines more enjoyable on a day like this though. In the training area of the Dojo, theee people were busy st work.[/i][/b] [b][i]The first was a solo man, Angelo, in his full military gear. He was running a fairly advanced target sim, using his usual rifle as he shot targets nearly dead center as the small ones appeared and dissapead behind cover. Few ever got back behind though, as each round hit its intended mark with ease. He sometimes used his Mako Mine to switch it up and destroy more than one target, just tearing up the course that many would consider very difficult for a regular human.[/i][/b] [b][i]The second and third were working together, sparring. Both wore armour like this: https://imgur.com/a/it86f on their hands and legs just to make sure no one broke a jaw, to make it feel like training. This was important to Eris, the 5'9" woman as she fought her training partner of Leon, the 5'8" Mexican man who sparred her. Eris didn't want to feel like she was hurting someone, having done enough of that in her life, and so she wore training gear, her arms and leg coverings still visible as she wore light blue athletic shorts that were close to the black coverings on her legs, as well as a light grey short sleeve t-shirt, with her arm and leg coverings showing very little skin. Leon wore workout gear as well, a white T-shirt and black jogging pants with his training gear. The two threw all techniques: jabs, hooks, roundhouse kicks, knife hands, eye rakes, axe kicks and more. After a bit, the two stopped for a moment, each moving over to a side to grab a drink of water[/i][/b] Open, interact with any
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2 RepliesEdited by Wheatley: 11/4/2017 3:19:15 PM[spoiler]*Sigh*[/spoiler]
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2 RepliesEdited by Wheatley: 11/2/2017 9:31:39 PM[spoiler]Is this a decent or a really bad time to do a recruitment post for a plot? Or should I wait till next week? I don't know anymore[/spoiler]
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57 RepliesEdited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 11/1/2017 3:48:56 AM[b]Courtyard A2: Tranquility is found in even the most brash of people.[/b] [i]It was 2300 Terran time, the courtyard was silent as ever. The chilly mountain breeze blowing across the courtyard, rustling the cherry blossom leaves. Even during the stillness of the night, a group of people had gathered in the courtyard. Electric torches were set, their sterile white light providing plenty of light in the courtyard and a tad bit of warmth.[/i] "Pray tell, why do we convene here at this ungodly hour Vorgen?" [i]The man identified as Lucius Gilliam Cain had asked, his nose slightly pink due to the chill. He wore a rather large pearl white with a golden trim coat, the God-Emperor's Aquila emblazoned on the back, which masked the flak armor he wore underneath. He was a relatively young man, for a Rogue Trader that was. Already in his fifties, but thanks to rejuvenat treatments he had retained his youth, looking more like a male in his mid-twenties. Gilliam's brunette hair was cut to a trim, he lacked facial hair as his teeth was nearly chattering as he stood near a lamp.[/i] "[i]Because Lord Gilliam, you must embrace the history of this place. Thus, I have brought you to this monument. The deceased have their names carved upon this very tree. If you are to act proper at this council that self-claimed genius Logus had decided to suggest, then you should at the very least learn some of the history of this place![/i]" [i]Vorgen, Gilliam's Seneschal and most trusted companion had told the Rogue Trader. He wore a simple leather overcoat that was dyed black which was insulated. Underneath was a vest, with a white shirt and a black tie accompanied with a bizarre pin which bore the same two-headed eagle Aquila. Vorgen was clearly in his middle ages, his beard which lacked any sort of moustache having grey hairs which came up to slicked back black hair. He was seemingly not bothered by the cold as he gripped his hickory cane, with a simple skull design acting as a grip. The rest of the group remained hidden, this was Gilliam's personal guard, elite Stormtroopers (not the Star Wars kind, as they can actually aim and hit something.) which were tasked to protect the Rogue Trader and his Retinue.[/i] "I understand that Vorgen, but it's like the cold reaches of Voystroyan took over this place! Couldn't we have done this at a better time?" "[b]Sadly no, for this is the only time we may be undisturbed by some hooligan wishing to 'combat'[/b]" [i]Gilliam had sighed, his breath creating some steam in the cold as he looked over the tree.[/i] [spoiler]Open! Meet Gilliam and Vorgen.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Jäger: 11/6/2017 3:45:22 PM[spoiler]Begone T H O T[/spoiler]
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13 Replies[b]Delivery Dojoville 4:30 PM[/b] The city was more or less hushed. Most of it had been burned away or converted into a Trayven camp. However, one person kept walking through the place, searching for something. Alpha had no clue where her quarry was, only that she was still on the planet. JT had, per his instructions, told her to deliver a package The girl had no clue what it was, but since she could now talk again, she could discuss it with the Vileblood she so highly regarded. Irina was almost like a mother to her, and a close friend. JT would've gotten Alpha to deliver the package regardless, just for that. However, she had to find the woman first. "Hello?" The girl asked, hoarsely despite her technological speech. Her side was clumsily bandaged and her gait was hobbled due to an encounter with another hunter of the supernatural. After the exchange, she decided not to look for him further, but if she encountered him she would fire. She didn't expect to see him, only again querying "Hello?" [spoiler]Orn[/spoiler]
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712 Replies[i]It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer[/I] [b][i]-Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting. [/i][/b] [i]Another day, another drink. That was the mantra JT found himself living by, with each weekend he found himself in the bar. The same bar he went to when nothing new was going on in his life. Aveline and Benny were heading the search for the killer and Derek had been attending an Extryte corporate meeting, leaving JT all alone for the time being. The Marshal hanged his hat on the rack in the bar and his pistols on the table in front of him, to either side of a brown bottle of Crown Royal on the table. The bar was as dead as his current activity, and so he waited for someone interesting to hopefully walk through that front door. [/i] ((Open. This is a boredom post.))
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4 Replies[i]”A Monk in the Dojo” Outside Dojoville....[/i] Surrounded. That was the word to describe [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/9a/fb/ef/9afbef5ca8c04cf72644e6c0d3d2bf99--buddhist-monk-kyoto-japan.jpg]a monk[/url], 5 or so Imperial Stormtroopers surrounding him. A small ship was in view, clearly being raided a few more Imperial Stormtroopers. “Explain why you’re here, or face immediate repercussions, Koth Monk.” One of the Stormtroopers warmed him, pointing an E-11 at him. “Your ranged weapons will not be necessary, my fellow men. Your space ships hiding upon my brother’s monastery does not help either, especially when you dare to threaten my people with a takeover.” The monk explained, an Asian accent clearly emitting out of his voice. “I simply look for peace.” “Then you’ve clearly gone to the wrong place.” The Imperial Trooper told him, about to open fire...when he screamed, the [url=https://centuryshop.cachefly.net/getDynamicImage.aspx?path=XPS1-010-MAIN.JPG&h=500&w=500]Bo Staff[/url], two sharp blades protruding out of the ends of each staff, as he hit a red button, and stabbed the trooper straight into the chest. The other four fired, the monk dodging the blows. “I believe you’re highly mistaken.” He told them, before hitting a yellow button his bow, stabbing the bo into the ground. Pillars of earth shot up, breaking the four trooper’s spines. He stood by himself after that, the pillars descending down. He sat down in the circle of corpses and began meditating, putting his bo back along his back [spoiler]Open, character intro.[/spoiler]
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135 Replies[b]The Stranger....[/b] [u]location: Hovark's grave Time: noon[/u] [i] The chill was definitely felt this cold autumn day as it seems someone is visiting the late Hovark Hayes gravesite. It definitely not one his kids as this woman that stood was much much older than his kids. The woman was wearing a dark grey cloak that had it's hood pulled up over her face concealing it. On her back was a knarled looking old staff that had runes etched along its ancient surface. The woman spoke softly to herself not knowing if anyone was around her as if she even cared about that anyway.[/i] "Im surprised someone was able to bring you down old man but then again you were always fond of my daughter now weren't you. She ran away with you never to return. But just look at you now."she says [i]the woman seems to have a grudge with the departed man for some unknown reason. But why really was unknown as she told there for a little bit longer.[/i] [spoiler]open intro [/spoiler]
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8 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 11/4/2017 9:04:09 PM[spoiler]Redacted because it's pointless, now.[/spoiler]
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47 Replies[b][u]The Hunter 9:30 PM Dojoville, an older district[/u][/b] [i]The moon rose over the cobblestone streets, which were empty and dark. It illuminated them, and shadows of bare trees hung over the district. It had been very quiet and peaceful, until the silence was suddenly broken. Footsteps tapped along the concrete and stone, which echoed out into the empty roads. A mysterious figure moved quickly and with purpose through the streets. They wore a black dress and hood. It was a woman, and she clung tightly to her cloak as she ran. Some of the dead leaves below her crunched under her footsteps, only giving away her position more to whatever she ran from. Further down the street, following her was yet another person, however this one was a man. He wore a leather coat and mask. His steps also echoed out, but less so, as if there was a patience or discipline to it. The pursuer, however, took a slight detour through the streets, which the woman did not notice. She quickly turned into a a small opening between two houses where she thought she would be safe. The woman leaned down and caught her breath as fast as she could so that she might keep silent. She peered out from behind one of the houses toward the street she was just on. In the bright moonlight, she could see no one out there, nor could she hear anything. She sighed a sigh of relief at her false sense of safety and turned back into the alley. She rested her back on one of the walls. Suddenly, a loud, sharp snap broke the silence. In the split second that it sounded out, the woman turned to see nothing a shadow in the distance and a small bolt flying towards her. The bolt struck her in the side and she wailed in pain as it did. Before another sound could be made, the shadow dashed out across the open street towards her, revealing the man in the leather jacket. A swift tackle brought the woman down, and he forced her mouth shut.[/i] “Don’t say another word, fiend!” [i]He whispered angrily.[/i] “Your time has come, no more playing the victim!” [i]She managed to open her mouth for just a moment, screaming,[/i] “Please someone help”! [i]He forced her mouth shut again and then held his ace to her throat.[/i] “I said no more!” [i]With quick movement, he brought a crossbow bolt from his belt and thrusted it into her chest, piercing her heart as it went in. Her covered mouth unleashed a muffled, demonic scream. He then sent the axe down into her neck, and chopped her head off. There, in the dark, the red glow of her eyes became faint and then went out. He retracted the axe and her body began to crumble into dust. The man stood back up, leaving the dust of the body to blow away on its own while collected his materials. He rose and entered back into the moonlight flooded street. He hoped no one saw what had happened there.[/i] [spoiler]Open, intro[/spoiler]
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56 Replies[b]Trial By Combat[/b] [b]Irina, Dojo Arena[/b] [b]11:30 AM[/b] [spoiler]For Mortar or Fell.[/spoiler] ---------------------------------- "[b]Vileblood! Vileblood! Vileblood![/b] [b]VILEBLOOD![/b]" [i]The thick mass of a crowd cheered as Irina sent a thick, bloodstained greatsword through her animalistic opponent, the furry gurgling blood through her clamped teeth as the weapon's blade tore through her chest, tearing through her backbone immediately. Irina would roar with a bloodthirsty yell of satisfaction, vaulting the blade upwards and splitting the furry's upper half into two - a vertical line cleaved through the previously living opponent's chest and head, blood, vitals, and brain matter leaking out before the furry fell to the dusty arena flooring.[/i] "I was told that I would have a proper challenger!" [i]Irina raised the tainted sword upwards, the sword that had once belonged to Leyla's family, at least her mother's side. The crowd would roar alongside her, their yells ringing across the city of Dojoville as Irina raised her bloodied arms for all to see.[/i] "[i]I'm. Still. Waiting![/i] But there is one that will give us all a good show.. Mortar." [i]Across the boards, Mortar's face flashed, jeers and insults escaping the crowd as Irina aimed the gory sword at her rival's youthful face, the tainted weapon's blade dripping blood and pieces of vital parts flailing off of the gory edge. It was obvious what this was.[/i] [i]A trial by combat. If Mortar didn't arrive.. well, he'd be more tainted than before.[/i]
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3 Replies[u]Rise of Fenrir: Proluge: Gerald's grandest mistake[/u] Centuries ago: Many had heard of the ancient Mayan civilization and their disappearance though, there was one question. How did an entire civilization vanish with no remnants to speak of. There were a few immortal in tatakai that may have stories of knowing but none knew more of their extinction than the time keeper that seemed slightly obsessed with fine wine and violence. He remembered that fateful day all too well. A ship sailing out to venture, the landing abroad the sandy coast then trekking through the woods. Gerald was nothing more than a political prisoner the captain bought to be no more than fodder in the event that something did happen. He was handed nothing more than a knife, a rusty pistol, and the worst armor they could find on the ship. Surely to meet his end yet still he followed the men as it was all he could do. Eventually they found signs of a civilization. Strange architecture carved in stone and what seemed to be a temple in the distance. With little warning the crew found spears, arrows and hatchet flying through the air striking them down in a surprise ambush. The locals made it clear they didn't want guests but whether an act of foolishness or determination the crew pushed through razing the forest with flames and musket fire. As they overpowered the Mayan, it was then they found an ritual site with an strange artifact. What looked like a large pocket watch from the near future sat upon a table along with an unreadable stone tablet. At the time no one knew what to think and fearing the device, they ordered the prisoner to take it just in case. What happened next was unusual. It was as if time rewrote itself to a point in which the prisoner Gerald and the strange artifact was never there and he had seemingly vanished from the timeline. After seeing the world from beginning to end Gerald had all the time he could ever need to learn the language on the slab. It warned of Fenrir, a massive wolf whom would devour planets. Now: Many years later Gerald sat back in the dojo. The time keeper relaxing to vintage wine and calm music. It was disrupted by the irritating ringing of a pocket watch. He flipped it open and sighed. A nearby planet was no longer in the sky to see. Seemed he would have to give bringing the old beast down another shot. [spoiler]Open. Probably going to copy some of this to put on Gerald's bio instead of his old one.[/spoiler]
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126 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 10/30/2017 4:04:22 AM[url=http://www.bungie.net]Dojo VR/Training/Thingy Room 3:00 am[/url] "Pow! Pew! Blam, f*cker!" In the middle of the VR room a blindingly fast figure spun and danced around, firing off two guns of some kind that moved around too fast to pinpoint. The figure was a mixture of colors that made it even more confusing to stare at, the voice was female however and had a tone of aggression. Extremely small targets popped up all over the place at far and close ranges, but they quickly got shot and fell faster than the human eye could see. The act was surely superhuman, the figure a blur, the accuracy perfect, and the awareness of targets at impossible levels. "Blow! Bam! Blam!" [spoiler]Open. Do whatever, m8's.[/spoiler]
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2 Replies[b][i][u]New Sherif in Town... Or Not[/u][/i][/b] [i][u]Evening, Dojovill gates.[/u][/i] A lone cowboy-esque figure slowly rode into town on a pale horse, he wore a light grey jacket with butternut pants and a classic wide rimmed hat. He glanced around the town as he dismounted, his horse dissapearing in a white flash of light as he approached the bar. He looked filthy, dust and dirt clinging to his clothes and skin, his spurs jingling as he entered and eyed his surroundings warily. [spoiler]Open to JT.[/spoiler]
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17 Replies[b]Dojoville, Trayven Camp Outskirts, 6:00PM[/b] [i]"I swear I saw him going in there... Those people, the Trayvens, they're doing something with him. Don't get me wrong, I trust dad as much as the next kid he didn't abandon, but it's still a little sketchy. Moving in now." Natalie shoved the voice recorder into her pocket and disappeared into the shadows of the lightless room that surrounded her. It wasn't like her to skulk around in the dark, although when dealing with a group that probably didn't take too kindly to infiltrations, there was a pretty good chance that hiding was her best bet. Nat's hand found itself gripping the handle end of her bat tighter when she heard the incoming footsteps of a Trayven. She took place behind a silver filing cabinet, crouching to make herself less noticeable. When he passed by, she continued onwards through the building. She reached the window a few minutes later, peering her head over the top as she got a better look. Patrols were easy to spot but she didn't know their routes, so that left the buildings all around her to sneak her way through. The only problem was that they were crawling with soldiers too, and her magic couldn't help her here for whatever reason. Normally she would use a telekinetic blast and open a gravitic ring to slow her landing down, but this time, she was running on her lightness and agility to stay quiet. So rather than staying in the building, she waited until there were no visible patrols and she stepped out the window. Three floors up the woman was, adorned in all black to stay inconspicuous - A black pair of leggings with her knee high lace up boots, and a tank top underneath a black track jacket. The gloves were a nice addition but they made her grip suffer, meaning when she climbed down to the last windowsill, she fell from the second floor and landed on her ass. She got up soon after and snuck through the wall, opting to remove her gloves and climb up them instead. Only she landed in a bush within the barracks, which was sure to attract at least somebody's attention. [/i] ((Open to anyone with Trayven relations))
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285 Replies[b][u]Chapter One[/u][/b] [u][b]Venimus, Vidimus, Vicimus[/b][/u] [b]Dojoville Center, now taken by the Trayven forces[/b] [b]6:41 PM[/b] [b]Trayven Head Camp[/b] ---------------------------------- [spoiler]Open, if you intend to be taken down by the stationed Trayvens and meet Freya.[/spoiler] "Thirty-six deaths. In one night." [i]Freya's fist rested upon the wooden table, the solid surface coated by maps of the Dojo, and the surrounding area of Dojoville and the forest underneath the mountain. A lamp flickered in the corner of the room, a small bed next to it, alongside a pack of the commander's armory and such. Standing before the woman was a cloaked knight, the cloth binding around his suit hiding away the helmet upon his head and back.[/i] [i]Freya Trayven herself wasn't biologically a Trayven, as she was one of the five that were not. The eldest brother would know that honor, she would not. But while he was off against the threat of darkness, and her eldest sister had taken to leading the front lines, Freya was wagering the war against the true enemy. The enemy of the people, in fact - the Dojo. She had created the assault plans, studied the previous invasions.. the Dojo had never faced an encamped enemy, however. They were used to spaceships and gun warfare - they would be surprised.[/i] [i]From a perspective, Freya was ferocious, in her own manners. She was above the average female height, at about five feet and ten inches tall, albeit a complete midget to half of the Dojo's members still. Her bodily frame was bounded by a deep purple and white uniform, buttons tightening the vest around her front, links of chainmail running through the uniform as steel plate coated her shoulders as pauldrons and wrapped around her forearms. Curls of short, blood red hair fell from her head, while those two bright orange gems stared down at the scout knight that had approached her.[/i] [i]She didn't initially believe the man, of course. The woman brushed past the armored knight, whom was only an inch taller in his armor, as she passed through the tent's entrance and into the lightly raining outside of Dojoville. Proud golden lion banners hung above the tents, a giant pole bearing the Trayven flag, instead of the Dojo's. Armored knights, calvary riders upon their steeds, armed soldiers, servants and squires rushed through the garrison, most simply nodding towards their commander as she approached the corpsmen stations, or rather the medical station.[/i] [i]The fortress was already something, in the few days that it had been stationed. The Dojo cared not for the Trayven, if which helped their cause just as much. No, it appeared that whatever had caused the wildfire had merely stalled their progress. Now, thick wooden walls, stationed concrete, and watchtowers made up the defense, while if one were to peer at the base from afar, they would find a slight, clear grey barrier surrounding it. About twenty feet from each wall, the barrier's fence would end, while it reached a few stories into the air. There were certainly more than a hundred there, to say the very least.[/i] [i]And the scout was right. Thirty-six dead bodies lined the ground, accompanied by two more that had been mauled and desecrated by Dojo civilians. The civilians that were taken by the Trayvens were bounded to wooden stakes, thrashing at their bonds. There were three, in total.[/i] [i]Freya would recognize these dead men. She closed her eyes, nodding towards the corpsmen to take away the bodies for burning. She would only then turn towards the first of the Dojo civilians. She'd regularly leave executions to others that were.. more fit, to the role, but.. no one would hurt her men.[/i] [i]So she took it upon herself to do it.[/i] ---------------------------------- [spoiler]Open to all.[/spoiler] [b]Dojo Gates[/b] "I deliver a message from Lady Freya Trayven!" [i]A cavalryman rode his white horse up to the Dojo's gates, circling around as he awaited an answer. In his hand, he held not a weapon, but instead a banner of Trayven - white and purple in color, with a golden, roaring lion head in the center. Upon his waist, was a tightly packed scroll of ancient parchment. He.. seemed to be waiting.[/i]
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6 RepliesEdited by Wheatley: 10/30/2017 10:49:53 AM[spoiler]You know what? Nevermind[/spoiler]
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1 Reply[b]Lunar's Project[/b] [i]James's Grave, Dojo Woods, 22:45[/i] Moonlight reflected through the trees and off the moondust on Lunar's shell. The Ghost floated towards the waterfall, finding the grave. He started to scan for one organ in paticular: the brain. Being the insane little Ghost he was, he had sent instructions to put the brain in a well sealed container when Blake and Chase buried him. Lunar had asked Seraph to run the likeliness of him doing this if someone that knew Sarah died, and the AI had concluded that it was likely. So he had prepared. His scans indicated that the brain was still in the container. "Those blockheads listened," Lunar muttered. He transmatted up the container from the casket. "I don't care who's gonna try to stop me from doing this." [spoiler]Open. Especially if the character knew James.[/spoiler]
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39 RepliesEdited by Lordbakon: 10/28/2017 1:11:00 PM[i][b]Of Dead Men Walking...[/b][/i] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/236843327/0/0/1 [b][i]A vehicle appeared in orbit, a ship. It was a one man craft, descending to the planets surface closeby to the Dojo, its colours red and black. It hovered over the surface, as a Guardian transmitted out of it. It was a hunter, a female, and many guardians knew her by several Nicknames. She was a crucible champion, mounting up ont her sparrow as soon as she arrived near the forest.[/i][/b] [b][i]A quick jaunt with her vehicle took her outside the Dojo gates, dismounting as her Vexen legs stepped foot on the ground outside. The Hunter was unlike many, the long flowing cloak replaced by scarf and hood, a warlock esque covering around the legs. She took out a hand cannon as she approached the gates of the Dojo, speaking as she did.[/i][/b] "Hey! Anyone alive around here?" [spoiler]open. First point you can choose to interact at.[/spoiler] [b][i]After someone had let her in, and a few questions from the locals, the Hunter entered the Dojo. She had holstered her handcannon, keeping her helmet and such on for now as she wandered, looking around and seeing what she could see.[/i][/b] [spoiler]second point of interaction. Either run into her as she walks around, or have her head into a bar or something and people can interact there[/spoiler]
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53 Replies[b][i][u]In the heart of trust…[/u][/i][/b] Gabriel Hawthorne, as usual, could be found in the Lounge of Blades, the dojo's resident bar. For once, it was a peaceful night, with its newly named owner making small talk with customers, going from table to table. Maneuvering the crowd of people that were dancing to electronic jazz music blaring from the speakers. Unfortunately, Gabriel couldn't enjoy the dancing as he usually did. A twisted ankle from his latest job kept him seated in one of the dark booths in the corner of the room. Leaning against his seat, he looked out to the dancers longingly, staring out at them. [spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]
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177 Replies[b]Dojoville Bar, 10:00 PM[/b] [i]The door opened with a ding from a low-hanging bell inside, alerting the bartender of an incoming presence to the moderately full bar. The stench of alcohol masked the metallic scent of the cowboy as he wandered in slowly, brass stars on the backs of his boots clinking with each step he made up to the bar ahead of him. JT had his hat placed on the bar and he ordered the drink of the evening, a whiskey with two cubes of ice, before the bell rang again and JT sighed with annoyance. Approaching him was a lonesome woman and her two compatriots, either in a similar duster to the cowboy with the woman in a darker one than heaven he wore. They took their places beside the cowboy, all the whilst the blonde-haired female approached the other side of the counter as if she owned the place and started pouring all three of them a whiskey. The first to get the drink was JT, and the others got theirs after the woman grabbed the order from a minute ago and started sipping on it. "It's been a while, JT," the woman said, a sharp grin placing itself on her lightly tanned face. Her accent wasn't the same Texan tone that the Marshal always maintained, rather she had a voice without an accent to it. Beyond generic, if she didn't also have a distinctly smooth voice and deeper than usual words adjoining her slow speaking. She leaned over the counter slightly and put her elbows on them, tucking them inwardly as the man to JT's left removed his jacket. He was instantly recognizable by JT, as soon as the dragon tattoo on his arm was seen and the kevlar vest on his body was revealed. "What is this, a -blam!-in' family reunion?" JT inquired. He laughed in unison with the other man, Derek, and the woman simply stayed silent in her own glass. She placed it against the table gently, removing the duster to reveal a tucked plaid shirt and a pair of tight jeans. "You could say that," said the fourth and final man. This one was not quite as recognizable, though JT could tell who he represented with the coat. "Let's get down to business," the woman, Aveline, said to the three of them. "We know that Lopez couldn't find Maurice and Vaughn's dead. That leaves us four, Nat, and Anisha, yeah?" "Anisha said she didn't know anything." Derek reached into the pocket of his olive cargo pants and pulled out a black box, putting it on the desk in front of him. A small hologram popped up a foot above it, displaying a few text files. It zoomed between them, displaying hundreds of lines of information before it pulled up a picture of a slate grey flask. It had a red fireball imprinted upon it - A message. "Well, shit... Anybody know what this means?" Aveline asked the group, staring at the documents. The rest of the bar was either too drunk to notice or just didn't care. She was thanking the gods that the Dojoville denizens found this kind of thing to be normal, consodering the Dojo. "It means we're being hunted," the fourth man said. He pulled out a similar flask, leaving it on the counter. "Found this in Anisha's room last month, before I got here." "Y'all bang it out?" JT playfully asked, giving the man a playful tease. His relations to the female Marshal had been all he needed to recognize the figure as Benny. Aveline shot him a disapproving glare and Derek took a sip from his drink, closing the hologram and pocketing the box shortly after. "Not the time? Fine. Anyone have any leads?" The group noticed someone was listening in, however, and quieted down. [/i] ((Open))
