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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. [/spoiler] [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). [/spoiler] [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 [/spoiler] [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! [/spoiler] [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. [/spoiler] [b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b] [spoiler] 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 [/spoiler] [b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b] [spoiler] 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. [/spoiler] [b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b] [spoiler] 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 [/spoiler] [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 [/spoiler] [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]
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  • "Y'know what, I'm actually starting to miss you berating me face to weird mist-face" Cravis, as always, was having a bad day, Touching the device on his head one couldn't quite look at, making a report to his employer, confident no one would be able to make any sense of his conversation, even if they passed the mighty threshold of caring. "Yup, Aaron the rebellious [i]twilight[/i] extra has returned, along with garin and bearing it. One skeleton person is defending himself with a highly ineffective bow and arrow, that's pretty much it. Yes, I know it isn't helpful. No, it wouldn't go down well, we literally half-forced him to leave! (Good work on that, by the way.)" And thus Cravis made his way onwards, possibly even more frustrated as usual, an achievement about as rare as being hit by lightning and just as satisfying. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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  • Edited by Stitch: 6/23/2017 1:14:22 AM
    [url=http://www.bungie.net]Dojoville Streets[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net]Morning[/url] The sun was just getting up in the sky on a wonderful, blue sky morning. The birds were chirping, people were smiling, and for the first time in a while the place seemed rather peaceful. That hope and happiness was immediately crushed when a scream rang out from a man feeling an arm tear through his chest and pull out his heart. Several more screams were quickly heard all over the town in the next couple of seconds. Strange robots filled the streets and began to walk around, killing all of those they got their hands on. Guards attempted to stop them, but the bots proved extremely capable, ripping the guards to pieces in seconds. [spoiler] Open. Fight. WM is back I guess.[/spoiler]

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    • Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/1/2017 8:22:21 PM
      [b]Chapter Thirty Seven[/b] Cannon felt the soft feeling of a mattress underneath him. As he opened his eyes, his entire body was sore from what it had been through. As his vision cleared he saw that he was in the Tokage clinic, which meant someone got him back to the camp. Before he could grasp his surroundings he felt the immediate embrace that was very familiar now. "CANNON! Ah! You're up, you're up!" Bella said as she wrapped his arms around his neck. [spoiler]for Can[/spoiler]

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      • Edited by Jovis Joesun: 6/23/2017 3:43:06 PM
        These Lenny are here by executed. *Creates a blackhole in the group* ___ | ___ / \ (•) | / \ / \_|___|_/ \ / /| /| \( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)/ |\ \ | / | \__ ___/ | \ | |___/ /\ | | /\ \___| //\\ / \_|_____|_/ \ //\\ \| |/ |___| \____/ |___| \| |/ | | | | | | | | _| | | |_ /_____\ /_____\ ▼ ̄>-―-< ̄▼   Y  Y /\ /   ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡° \ \ |  つ  ヽつ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) <,︻╦̵̵̿╤─ ҉ - - - - - - - ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) <,︻╦̵̵̿╤─ ҉ - - - - - - - ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) <,︻╦̵̵̿╤─ ҉ - - - - - - - ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=====( ͡ ͜ ͡ ] ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ( ͡ ͜ ͡ ) ༼ つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°つ༽ ╭☞( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)╭☞ \ . . \ \ \ /╰U╯\ __________\"/_________ _ __/"\_____ [ \_____/ [] [] [__\__\_ /_/---,__________()_)_) ,__/____/__, \__, ________( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)____ ███████ ███۞█████████████ ▂▄▅█████████▅▄▃▂ I███████████████████]. ◥⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙◤ ______________ |//__|( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)|__\\| / \______________\ / 0-----0 | ==========0 \_____________| =========0=0 | | | | | | / \ / \ / \ |||||| |||||| |||||| _______ _ /________\_ (⌐■ ͜ʖ ■) _ノ ヽ ノ \_ `/ `/ ⌒Y⌒ Y ヽ (  (三ヽ人  /  | | ノ⌒\  ̄ ̄ヽ  ノ ヽ___>、___/    |( 王 ノ〈    /ミ`ー―彡\   / ヽ_/ \ ━╤デ╦︻(▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿) ━╤デ╦︻(▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿) (∩ ͡ ° ʖ ͡ °) ⊃-(===> ___ | ___ / \ (•) | / \ / \_|___|_/ \ / /| /| \( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)/ |\ \ | / | \__ ___/ | \ | |___/ /\ | | /\ \___| //\\ / \_|_____|_/ \ //\\ \| |/ |___| \____/ |___| \| |/ | | | | | | | | _| | | |_ /_____\ /_____\ *smirks* has anyone else killed this many Lenny before?

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        • I'm new here, mortals. Allow me to show off a bit... *divides our sun into three and smashes two together causing a supernova*

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          • [spoiler]Same warnings apply to this as the last post with this character.[/spoiler] What is life? ... Am I alive? ... What is consciousness? ... What is the soul? ... Do I have one? ... Do souls exist? ... If I'm alive, do I have a reason to live? ... Is there a creator? Was I created? ... Or am I random chance? ... What is my purpose? ... What am I? ... ... ... Who... ... ...am... ... ...I? Not my name, but...my identity, who I am on the inside. Am I a gentle, kind, loving person? A hero? A villain? Do I love the world around me or despise it? What do I seek? Power? Acceptance? Love? Am I to be feared or admired? ... ... ... Who... ...am... ...I? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your eyes slowly open and you find yourself in some sort of rubble (picture above), your body and mind feels incredibly sluggish. You find it nearly impossible to move. Everything in the distance is a blur except a strange figure standing a few feet away. The figure stands at an impressive height of 10 feet with drooping mechanical wings. Its hands are by its side in a nonthreatening manner. After a second of being awake the thing speaks with a slightly masculine, low, and robotic voice. "Who are you?" [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

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            • Edited by Skatch142: 6/23/2017 2:39:29 AM
              [u][i][b]The Hitchhiker[/b][/i][/u] [u][i]12:59:59 AM[/i][/u] [i]The Dojo's Front Gate[/i] *The air was crisp and cool. Not crisp as in the traditional meaning of the word when using it to describe air, no, crisp like an apple. Granny Smith to be precise. There as a strange feel to the collection of gasses surrounding the Dojo and Dojoville that night. It was thick, if you swung your hand you would almost expect it to make a juicy cracking noise, like if you swung your hand at an apple, only your hand had become a knife which cut through the fruit with mild struggle. Instead you would be disappointed to find that the air had not condensed into and apple and that your hand was not a knife, just your normal hand. It was thick, but not that thick, and rarely did logic and the universe have as vivid an imagination as any living thing with even the most malnourished and stunted of imaginations. In short, logic and the universe sucks.* *This is not about logic and the universe, nor is it about the thickness of air or Granny Smith apples, this is about a strange furry creature named Terrek, who happened to be lurching up the stairs to the Dojo on the back of a female moose, with a picnic blanket draped over him like a begger would bundle up in a blanket on a street corner to fight off the bitter, freezing winds which nipped at his nose and his exposed toes like rats which had been starved for precisely as long as the begger had been starved, but of course it was not that cold out this night, only cool, but cool was a low enough temperature for Terrek to feel mildly uncomfortable, and so he was bundled up in the picnic blanket in such a way as was described earlier in this mother of all run on sentences that you find yourself reading.* *One might wonder why Terrek is even in possession of a picnic blanket, and one might wonder what it was like before the Big Bang, or if there is an afterlife, or if Europe really exists. But you shouldn't wonder about things you will never know the answer to, because it will drive you mad. Wait, hold on...... Oh... Alright... There has been a mistake... Terrek has the picnic blanket because he wants to have a picnic with some people in the Dojo. Also, Europe is indeed a myth made up by social justice warriors and communists. Anyways, by now Terrek has made it to the top of the steps where the moose proceeded to die from exhaustion and he laid the picnic blanket over the moose's body before setting up the picnic basket.* *What? You want a description of his appearance? Your character hasn't even seen him yet, I'm already spoiling you with all this free information your character has no way of knowing, except for the atmosphere part of course, just reply and you'll figure out you brat!* [spoiler]*Ahem* open[/spoiler]

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              • [url=http://www.bungie.net]White Matter HQ[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net]Monday, 13:00[/url] "I've got the whole world...in my hands. ... I've got the whole world...in my hands. ... I've got the whole wide world...in my hands." ~Charles White to the theme of the "He's got the whole world in his hands" song ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charles White sits behind a large white desk with his hands on the table, fingers intertwined. On the other side Gabriel, the once thought dead friend of Iso, stands at attention with newly crafted armor and weapons covering his body. His helmet is latched to his belt so his rough, young looking face can be seen. His expression was nonexistent as he blankly stared forward with his hands behind his back. "Gabriel..." Charles looked up at Gabriel as he spoke with a smirk. "...How are you?" "At one hundred percent working condition, sir." Gabriel replied without hesitation and complete obedience. Despite his past hatred for Charles his voice was calm and collected. Charles chuckled lightly before speaking up again. "Good....Good. That's great to hear." Charles stood up, picking up his signature, black and blue pistol from the desk and placing it in his hand comfortably. He looked down at it and sighed before turning towards the large glass wall behind his desk. He had a lovely view of a beautiful tropical rainforest full of colorful foliage from a few thousand feet off the ground. "Gabriel." "Sir." "I think we've given the rebels enough time to prepare, don't you?" "Yes, sir. Actually, we should've struck when we had initially learned about the cause. There would've been far less resistance and possible casualt-" "Gabriel?" "Yes, si-" "Shut the f*ck up." "Ye-" "I said shut the f*ck up!" Charles spun around and pointed the handgun at Gabriel's still emotionless face. The older man sighed and rolled his eyes as he lowered the gun and went back to staring out the window. "I had my reason, dumbf*ck. You think I don't know the world is crumbling around me? They take me for an idiot...clueless." It began as a very quiet snicker, but Charles' laughter gradually got louder as he went on until it he could barely breath. He took loud, deep breaths like a mad man. "It's all part of the plan. I know I'll fall. They don't get that. They think I'm just a mad man that's going to lose his grip any moment, but....OH! BUT! They don't know...no...not at all. Who's the true idiot?! THEM! For they have no understanding about what's to come!" Charles started to laugh again, but it died out faster than the last as the old man suddenly went into a coughing fit. "Gabriel...?" "Yes, sir." "Get me the little girl know as Tracinya. It's time to set my plans in motion. I need her alive not necessarily in perfect condition...if you know what I mean...." "Yes, sir." "Good....Good. You may go. Don't come back until you can get her barely breathing, bloody body on this desk." "Thank you, sir." Gabriel turned to leave, marching perfectly as if he were a robot. [spoiler]Ooooh I did a plot thing....at 3am[/spoiler]

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                • The ever living -blam!- is this thing?

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                  • Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 6/23/2017 12:18:11 AM
                    [u]A bad time to run out[/u] Within the desert a single vehicle was riding in the dusk. Only real time someone in a rig like his could get away with driving without frying in the metal death trap. A hulk of a man in one seat, a bag with as many bullets as he could carry, a half drank bottle of water, and a few cans of food on the other side. The fuel light glowed, faintly working as the engine prepared to sputter out. He didn't have much in the jerry can he kept in the back, maybe enough to get to some shade before the sun reared its head. At least that's what he had hoped. He was used to the sun beaming down on him but it didn't mean he enjoyed being burned to a crisp pushing his old machine. http://i.imgur.com/zCdMTFi.jpg [spoiler]Open as long as the character would have reason to be out in the desert. So ya know, no Aquaman traveling the dunes lol.[/spoiler]

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                    • [b][u]Lost and Found[/u][/b] A figure slid through the alley ways that was Dojoville... He had similar gear to Poison (A stranger seen a good two weeks prior) except his exo suit was all white with red veins of glowing metal and His helmet was all white as well with a blood red visor... As he made his way to the Dojo gates, he realized there would be no opposition and slid his Crossbow on his back.... He kept moving, as silent as could be on the stone paths, and finally took his last step and faced the Dojo gate... He glanced around making sure no one was around, and took a step forward... [spoiler]Open only for Royal Blade[/spoiler]

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                      • Edited by medic: 6/20/2017 6:17:53 PM
                        [b][u]The Stranger[/u][/b] Common-folk stared at the unusual stranger strolling towards the dojos gate. Poison didn't mind too much, he's gotten used to it now... Every step he made clicked on the stones of the pathway; he liked his new Augs he got from JT, the springs in his ankles really made every step feel effortless and as if he were walking on air... Finally, he made the last step until he was met by the massive gate to the Dojo... He stared up in awe, "So this is the dojo?"... [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]

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                        • [b][i][u]I'm Not Back, But I'm Still Posting[/u][/i][/b] GOOD MOOOOORRNING VIEEETNAAAAAAAMMMM!!!! *shoots idiot* That's better. Now, this is gonna be an interesting fight. You can bring in your characters, but they can only use their physical abilities. No ranged weapons(unless you have a bow-with a string- and a limited number of arrows.) If you have guns, too bad. Most people can't dodge bullets. I am going to limit Shadow to Drow-level abilities. Otherwise it would be a slaughter. You [b]CAN[/b] use swords, with their intrinsic abilities(except bull-crap-OP-nonsense-like-Deity's-sword-I'm-looking-at-you-Pants). Now, I may or may not respond soon. I'm pulling an all-nighter with the gang, so feel free to reply.

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                          • [b][i][u]Nothing Left[/u][/i][/b] [i]Dojo bar.[/i] [i]Roughly Noon.[/i] Cannon sat at the bar, staring at a still full mug of ale. He hadn't touched it. He'd gone back to his home to find his wife leaving him. He'd gone back to his clan and found nothing, they were gone. Just a crater in the sands. He'd tried to get to Mandalore to find it no longer existed on his computer. He'd lost everything.... Except his daughter. But she wasn't here right now. Glancing at his drink, he pushed it away as Iso's words rang through his head: [i]"What would Traci think?"[/i] He closed his eyes and wished this war inside would end. But then, he didn't deserve peace any more. He had a chance with her, and somehow ruined it. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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                            • Edited by Hal0T1nman: 6/21/2017 7:29:37 PM
                              [spoiler]*cackles evilly*[/spoiler] [spoiler]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gWL90wryyOw[/spoiler] [spoiler]Not really though[/spoiler]

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                            • Edited by Royal Blade: 6/21/2017 2:46:19 AM
                              [b][i][u]The Outpost Incident[/u][/i][/b] https://youtu.be/UprcpdwuwCg [i]One day after the fight between Marker And Cylus One day previous to Cylus' relationship building with Alliance [/i] [u]4:30 A.M.[/u] Marker called Cylus over a private comms channel as the Titan Pilot stopped in front of the recruit's armory. He took the key from its hiding spot and allowed himself inside, closing the door behind him "Cylus, don't tell me you're still asleep!" He said, looking around [spoiler]Open for Cylus! [/spoiler]

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                              • [b]a Typical day or so she thought.[/b] [i]it was late afternoon in the courtyard as Sylvie was sitting in one of the flowerbed planting new flowers. She didn't have to look up as someone's shadow stood next her's. Sylvie knew it was only one of two people mia or lola. She glances up and sees that it is indeed lola as mia was sitting nearby. She had come to notice that lola has staring off into space lately. Whenever she asked what's wrong she would say nothing and just walk away.[/i] "Hi lola what's up"says Sylvie "Oh its nothing... dont worry about it"says lola [i]Sylvie then just watched her leave with a strange look on her face as she walked away heading to a more quiet spot.[/i]

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                                • [b][u]A small job 10:30 pm Dojoville outskirts[/u][/b] [i]The silent scattered houses on the outskirts of dojoville made it a peaceful area. Most who lived out that far kept to themselves, never interrupting others. At night, there never was much danger since no one ever even ventured out there, yet this night was a bit different. In a small open space, one resident owned a little farm. This would be the gathering point of a small group of people, bandits, seeking to raid some of the nearby houses on the outskirts. On this particular night, one person opted to take the job of getting rid of these fools. It was Cornelia Mara. She hid and waited from inside the barn, watching for the bandits. After half an hour l, they arrived, lanterns in hand, ready to begin their attacks. As they began moving closer to the farm house, Cornelia took her opportunity and started her strike on them. The bandits heard a struggle behind them and the last man in the back was gone without a moments notice. [/i] "Find him... and whoever is trying to stop us. Make the poor wretch suffer!" [i]said the leader as they spread out. [/i] [i]Ominous noises surrounded them and before anyone could react, another dropped, except this time with less stealth. A gunshot rang out loudly across the fields and he fell over, dead. The others ran for cover, but it was already too late for some of them. The few remaining ran desperately into the wilderness as she gunned them down from the cover of a small thicket of bushes, still unseen.[/i] [spoiler]Open for fighting or interaction.[/spoiler]

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                                  • [b]Chapter Thirty Six[/b] Ari entered the Ragnarok throne room, alone. As she entered, the throne room she had entered months ago was much more different now. The walls were wider apart, no windows on the sides. A long red carpet stretched out to a throne made of Iron which held its occupant. The ceiling seemed to be flowing like a river with...blood. It churned and mixed right out of a horror movie and Ari thought she saw figures floating limply through the top. As she looked around the bizarre throne room, she saw ahead the figure she had been searching for. Felix Coldbourne. His eyes were a deep orange and Hellish in their guise while his pale skin was cracked and broken as well as light red lips. He wore a long slim black outfit that was made of a soft looking fabric but a dark leather was sewed into the torso. The throne was wide and he leaned his back against the left arm rest while his right leg was bent to keep the man steady as his left leg tangled off the seat. He drank from a golden goblet and he had a basin of a dark red liquid that made the object filled to the brim. Then, suddenly, the door shut behind Ari. It closed suddenly fast with a [i]BOOM![/i] Felix did not turn his head to the girl. "It was I who brought my family back to life, you know." Felix told Arianna. [spoiler]For Orn[/spoiler]

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                                    • [b][i][u]An Unholy Alliance[/u][/i][/b] The communication request had been sent, and had arrived nearly an hour after the Artucus incident. It was allowed though, and directly linked the caller to the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation, CEO. The communication detailed [i]something[/i] though, the information was quickly erased from the minds of the IMC. Or at least specific parts of it. A meeting had been set up in a neutral location, on a planet codenamed: "Honeywell." Two IMC cruisers sat in orbit of the planet, with a dropship having landed in the plains on world, and awaited the arrival of "Cerberus" [spoiler]Open for Dio![/spoiler]

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                                      • Edited by medic: 6/20/2017 5:05:17 PM
                                        [b][u]The Simulation.[/u][/b] Poison made his way through the hallways of the dojo, constantly having to ask around to get his next move... After a few hours of straggling around, he came to a room named only "The Simulation"... Poison shifted around for a bit, until saying, "Screw it..." And walked through the doors... He was almost blinded by the pure whiteness of the room, and in his confusion, tripped over an item on the floor and fell to the ground... "oOof", Poison mumbled, along with a few unintelligible curses... He picked himself up and picked up the item on the ground... It was an assault rifle... One he had never seen before, he grew excited at his find until he switched the side and saw the burnt wires and mechanisms hanging out... Poison shrugged and slung the weapon on his back, thinking he could do something with it... When all of a sudden, the whiteness before him transformed into a dense forest... He crouched down, feeling the foliage, as well as pulling his fusion rifle from his back. He crouched there for a moment, and decided it was safe to get up. Poison put one hand on the ground to pick himself up when a small drone-like figure flew past, cutting a thin line across Poisons forehead. Poison immediately jumped up, feeling hot blood trickling down his face. "What the..?" He stated matter-of-factly... He shouldered his fusion rifle, taking aim where the drone disappeared into the thicket... Poisons finger twitched on the trigger when he heard the familiar buzzing and aimed it towards the sound... The thicket opened up to reveal the drone and Poison, without hesitation, pulled the trigger... He went over to where the smoldering parts of drone were and grunted... "Is this all ya got?!" Poison shouted into the forest... As if to answer, the same buzzing started, except this time it was so loud, it dwarfed the singular drones buzz... "Apparently not." Poison mumbled under his breath... He then shouldered his fusion rifle once more and fired off into the noise... He heard a drone fall, and then heard all of them come forward at once... They stormed out of the foliage like an angered wasp nest, and Poison aimed at a group of 6... A single shot rang out, 5 fell, but one was still keeping up with 1 propeller... It kept going for a few feet when it tumbled off to the side... The rest came coming, and as soon as they were about to hit Poison, he propelled himself upwards, hitting an unexpected branch with a thud, and came crashing down to the ground... He landed on the rest of the drones, which was about 8 or so, crushing them... But also obviously tearing skin and muscle alike from the propeller blades and knifes... Poison tried to pick himself up but was met with stars... And then blackness as he passed out... Poison awoke resting on the right wall next to the simulation doors... He immediately reached up to feel where he thought a scab would already be forming but only felt smooth skin... "What?" He proclaimed realizing his skin and muscles were healed as well... He picked himself up and read a sign next to the door: "All injuries sustained herein will be healed as soon as the simulation ends" Poison shook his head and said, "should've read that before walking in...", A slight hint of amusement in his voice... [spoiler]Open only to RoyalBlade[/spoiler]

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                                        • Edited by Jäger: 6/18/2017 6:05:56 AM
                                          [i][b]This, is bad, very bad...[/b][/i] [i]Jackal stood inside of his small ship outside the dojo. He had left the door open, sometimes walking outside to catch a breath of air from his workbench. Inside his ship, a small device rested on a table, he continued to open it up and mess with it's components, but saw no luck. The rain continued to pour as he continued to try to work the device. He kept walking back outside and sitting down, shaking his head. Something kept bothering him, and he couldn't fix that problem.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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                                          • Edited by Cannon011: 6/18/2017 4:49:26 PM
                                            [b][i][u]Yet Another Holiday[/u][/i][/b] Cannon walked along the street towards the dojo gate, though his mind was on something else. He'd heard there was a holiday, Fathersday, but he didn't know much about it... Then again he didn't have any real parents to celebrate any such thing with. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he walked towards the bounty board in an attempt to find some form of entertainment and maybe gain a couple credits in the process. [spoiler]Open to whatever. Fight, talk, idk.[/spoiler]

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                                            • [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/228145387/0/0/1]Cyra Kingsley[/url] [i]Calculating trajectory.... Determining wind factor.... Editing trajectory.... Calculating necessary power.... Charging necessary power.... Initiate. Cyra threw the ballpoint pen with perfect aim, her cybernetic arm not off course by even a millimeter. It whistled through the air along its preset course that Cyra had calculated, and as it flew, its speed began to... unnaturally increase. From a normal projectile's speed, it continued to accelerate until it broke the sound barrier, creating a loud 'boom' and finally tearing a hole in the trunk of a distant tree. From the beginning of calculation, to the creation of the hole in the tree, less than a second had passed. The augmented female stood solitarily in at the edge of a clearing, rather close to the dojo. The clearing was only maybe thirty yards in diameter. The tree in which Cyra had struck was located at the exact opposite side of the clearing, thirty yards away. It was about one AM, the full moon high in the sky, with not a single cloud to obscure the stars that glittered in the heavens. Cyra was wearing her casual attire; a sleeveless, white tank top, black sweatpants, and plain, black slippers. Her straight, shoulder-length black hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, providing air to the entirety of her head. She had a fair skin complexion, neither pale nor tan, high cheekbones, and a well-rounded jaw. Her eyes were an icy blue, their pupils focused on the tree she had just struck. Her right arm was, of course, her cybernetic one; black, made of titanium and tungsten alloys, and equal in length compared to her left arm. Her left arm was far more muscular than your average person's arm due to literal thousands upon thousands of hours logged into the gym. Her muscles didn't appear to be the extreme buff muscles of a weightlifter, but there was no doubt that she could lift, alright. About two feet to her right were her weapons; a black railgun rifle, completely deactivated with its ammunition case beside it. At the side of the railgun were two black, tungsten handguns; these fired blasts of supercharged plasma instead of the depleted uranium rounds the railgun fired. Placed by the firearms was a short, curved, black sword, made of carbon fiber; it was only sixteen inches in length, however there was probably a reason why Cyra kept it despite its negligible length. Ignoring any possible watchers, Cyra picked up another pen, repeated the process; another deafening boom when the pen broke the sound barrier, and the tree she had struck before fell down. While Cyra knew the importance of rest, even if she didn't need sleep, it was one of[/i] those [i]nights; the ones where memories and other constant streams of information kept her computerized brain too active for Cyra to consider rest. But she wouldn't even be coming close to considering rest in the first place if it weren't for the personality program within her computer of a brain–otherwise, she functioned just as a computer. She considered her 'personality' to be a... wild care, one she would have liked to remove, however hasn't; for if she did, it would be disobeying one who had saved her life.[/i][spoiler]Open for fight or interaction, or programming a yandere personality–I mean what?[/spoiler]

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                                              • "Step, into the dojo"

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                                                • [i]"The War Beyond" Dojoville, Unknown Time[/i] "...need assaistance...Cerberus invading...colonies in danger...lots of loot..." These four phrases were repeated by a black man in military clothing (which was a hologram), who was walking around, near a lone table, a datapad resting on a table. [spoiler]Open; in other words, side quests! With a lot of rewards. :p[/spoiler]

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