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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
1/25/2018 4:22:10 AM
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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]
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3 Replies[b][i]The Man On High Mountain Ko Rudo Mountains 11:48 AM[/i][/b] [i]Among the many peaks of the Ko Rudo mountains, there is one whose top is flat, the head of it sheered off during the first of the invasions. It is on of the taller peaks, providing an overview of the world surrounding it, and has been marked as one of the greater places on the vast planet to visit, if only for the view and the stillness of it. However, since it's production at the hands of mankind, there has been a solitary guardian of the peak. A quiet man, he does not tend to interact with the Dojo and its peoples often, only ever coming down to buy and take up supplies to build...something. He does not even purchase food or drink, and yet must have some form of sustenance, as he has only ever been seen on the mountain or in the market for a few months now. Efforts to reach the peak and it's protector are not resisted, and many have made the journey, returning with stories provided by the man, given to them out of hospitality. They also bring news of a developing structure atop the peak. A building of wood and stone, those who see it remark to others on their return of the antiquity of the building. After a time, the structure finally began to take shape as the man worked ceaselessly, stopping only to provide company and hospitality to those who would visit. As such, his pace carried the project on rapidly, and it turned out to be something altogether wonderful in its simplicity. The man had built a Church. It was comprised of a main structure, a large room in the shape of a circle around an upraised altar space, with rooms branching off at four equidistant points set to face in the cardinal directions of the compass. These rooms were made for the Priest, the Altar Servers, the Confessional, and the Sacristy. Where he had received the supplies other than what he gained in the market was a mystery, as musical instruments and pews were already furnished within the building. It also already held stained glass windows, colored to show images of scenes in the Bible, starting from the Old Testament at the front of the building, and going on to the Resurrection. Alcoves all over were filled with icons, images of the Saints and the Prophets. However, the most noticeable ornament was a Crucifix, facing the doors, made life-size and hanging about a man's height over the altar. With the structure made and made open, the man set to work on the path up to the altar, carving steps from the rocky path he himself had taken in his first ascent of the mountain. Ever did he work, and he had still more to do. Occasionally, others came and aided him for a time, but mostly he worked alone, or so it seemed. Indeed, he spent most of his time in prayer, often focusing more on it than on the project he was working on at the moment. For those who accompanied him, he was amiable enough, but most time was spent in silent companionship. Indeed, he seemed to be mentally preparing himself for something, much as one who steadies themselves before a battle. Perhaps this was his way of coping with the recent invasions, but no, he'd been fending those off relatively easily. No, this was something else entirely. His work was fervent, fevered almost. He did not cease, pause, or otherwise distract himself. He was like a man who's time was coming up on him. However, to those who inquired, he hid his sadness. He put them forward, and made his priority the guests themselves. Even so was he one day, when someone came up behind him as he gave shape to the next step up to the Church on the Mountain.[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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30 Replies[b]Marshal // Shi Canyon // 2109 Hours // JT[/b] [i]Helicopter blades spun loudly over the Shi Canyon, kicking up dust and causing the nearby predators to cock their heads in curiosity while the prey simply fled their homes and holes for the flight's duration. The forest-green Extryte Transport Helicopter shined a bright light down the pathway, lighting up the natural pathway made as a variety of bandits were seen in the dark of the canyon. Black and brown was a common theme for the clothing, but one notable feature was the abundance of rifles and large caliber small-arms in use by them. Some looked up, but they were each silenced by a single blow to the head from the outsides of the canyon, snipers on the ridge allowing their silent snipers to sound like the quack of a duck in the distance. The helicopter's cargo door on the left side slid open and a figure stood in the doorway. Clad in his typical dirt-brown duster and matching hat, The Frontiersman watched the bandits below with a grin on his face. He had a well maintained black suit on beneath the duster, some sort of formal attire that seemed out-of-place for his usual job of killing and extracting, which would usually require him to do a lot of evil. On his hip was his onyx-shaded revolver Grimace, and within the pocket of his inner jacket's pocket he carried a strange, ornate dagger - Not too fitting for a cowboy. The man brought a lit cigar up to his cracked lips and grabbed his tri-barrelled shotgun from the seat of the helicopter as the vehicle flew above the enemy base, and with a step forwards, he free-fell out of the aerial vessel. JT landed on his feet with a thud, slamming onto the concrete of the enemy's roof, as his robotic knees absorbed the majority of the impact while the shock gels on the insides of his foot soles absorbed the rest. One of the guards went outside to check the roof, though with a quick shot, a bullet found itself lodged within his throat. The Marshal jumped off the roof and approached the door, swiftly kicking it in with his right leg. The hinges of the door were shattered, and the door flew to the wall opposite it, sandwiching a person between it as the life faded from his eyes. He had just died, due to slamming the back of his head into a wall rather hard. The Techno-Cowboy stepped inside the room a moment later, shooting one of the only four men in the room, forcing his torso to nearly cave in from the bullet. "Gentlemen, did I miss tea time?" JT jokingly asked the people in the room, his rough, thick and deep Texan voice being the root for their scrambling about the place in an attempt to find the firearms around the shack that they called a house. The Marshal shot one in the knees, before holstering his gun and grasping the second by the throat, throwing him into the third to knock the newly-acquired pistol from his hands. The M1911 fell to the floor alongside both bandits, as JT drew his revolver and fired one of the .44 rounds inside, allowing it to easily pass through their heads and kill both with only one shot. The room around JT was a dining room, as it seems JT stumbled in through the back door. Counters laid against one wall while the door to the building's backside was behind JT, and a table rested in the centre of the room, surrounded by five chairs and a pool of blood. A fridge and stove were on the far right while the far left contained a cage, with a blue tarp over it, and quite a bit of whimpers and cries of fear. JT holstered his gun and walked to the cage, gently pulling the tarp from the cage's surface, as a woman was unveiled. Broken and beaten, bruises line her bruised body, which was stained by white and red in a horrid display of abuse and other such things. Her tears swelled her eyes in a bright red shade, much like the wounds that dripped from her body. JT put the tarp back on her, grabbed the cage, and left the house. He headed to exfil, put the cage in the helicopter, and watched the chopper fly off with the rescued woman. JT stood outside the house, enjoying the stains of his cigarette on the dirtied ground beneath him. Oh what a life, that of a Marshal. [/i] ((1: Open. 2: Not here for the invasion, just a small side thing.))
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43 RepliesEdited by Duolingo, Kell of Spanish: 2/28/2017 11:46:25 PM[b][u]The Lover, The Fighter, The Valkyrie[/u][/b] [b]JT was immediatly restrained by Militia Grunts but was soon signalled to release him[/b] [i]Goos Afternoon JT, Glad you came to join us in our cause, Let me introduce myself[/i] [b]A Female figure came out from the room beside him She was Blonde with Bright blue eyes with the looks and shape of a supermodel[/b] [i]I am Pilot Haylee Forest and the other guy over there is Pilot Jack Cooper, I have been watching you for some time JT, Quick on the draw and very tactical, You seem fit for this Job.[/i] [b]She turned to look at Jack[/b] [i]Prep the Training simulator[/i] [b]First things first JT we are going to get you started on the basics, The technology we have is nothing like what you own, I along with Cooper will be in the simulation with you, Cooper will take you through the basics and I will teach you hand to hand combat with your new enhancments[/b] [b]They made their way to the simulation pods[/b]
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5 RepliesI Know this is not a story/RP but It must be said. Since the Dojo is such a big clan Im wondering wether to submit it for a "Unite the Clans" And to all the people who come to this post and express your creative side, Well done to you, Im sure without you the sensei's would not be where they are now. I am no sensei but I feel Sensei Roy deserves a mention in this, he is a very good friend and an even better RP maker and I cant thank him for the time he spends here. Thank you to him for introducing me fully to the dojo
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130 Replies[i][b]"No, there ain't no devil.. Gon' be where we go.. Gon' wash in the water, 'n save all our souls... Take all the children, where flood water's rollin'.. Ain't no devil.. Gon' be where we go..."[/b][/i] [b][i]Andrea Wasse, "Ain't No Devil"[/i][/b] [b][i]The Dojo, Tatakai[/i][/b] [b][i]Courtyard A1[/i][/b] [b][i]6:30 PM[/i][/b] [spoiler]Alright, some ground rules for this post. If you do plan on combating the two characters below, I will kindly ask that you do it with a non-magical, melee-focused or medieval-styled character of your own. This post is intended for those types of characters - some good ol' classic melee battles. This doesn't have to be a battle to the death, but if you wish? Place it in a spoiler saying that you're fine with the possibility of death. As always, enjoy.[/spoiler] [i]The dark orange skies of Tatakai began to turn an even darker color than beforehand, as the sun which the planet orbited around began to set slowly, as the moon began to rise from the side of the planet. As the evening began to slowly end, the sound of steel clashing against steel sounded from one of the Dojo's many courtyards, the walls of the place of training being slowly rebuilt and restored.[/i] [i]The rather brutal session of training was being completed by two rather different figurines - both of them battling each other to the death, with a deadly amount of skill and prowess within each as they fought. The first of the two was a giant of a man, at a height of exactly six feet and six inches tall. His highly muscular body was hidden away by a set of steel plate armor, while dull yellow fabric hung from his waist and shoulder plate. Upon the shoulder, a white symbol rested - a double-headed eagle, both mouths opened wide as if it was roaring in a never-ending hunger for violence. The warrior's thick steel helmet covered his face and head entirely, the metallic visor lowered over his face in order to protect him entirely.[/i] [i]The second of the two duelists was the polar opposite - it was a lightly armored female, from the looks of it. She stood at a height of five feet and eight inches tall, which was certainly short compared to the giant that she was combating. She was lacking in muscular mass and appearance, although her swift and elegant movements suggested that she was highly athletic and active in her training. A dark grey set of leather armor covered her body, as light metallic plates of steel covered her forearms and kneecaps, while a tattered black hood hid away her facial appearance. And even yet, a steel helmet covered her head underneath the hood, two faint eye sockets implemented within it to provide vision. [/i] [i]The giant knight was currently wielding a massive oak and steel halberd within his armored hands, the blade of the weapon sharpened to the maximum and intended for slashing through armor and flesh with remarkable ease. About half of the weapon looked as it was screwed onto the stick, suggesting that there was some other object that he used for a weapon. Strapped to his waist tightly was a cross dagger, the steel weapon held within a leather sheath and remaining still for the time-being. In the warrior's case, it was probably for back-up purposes, in CQC or if he was disarmed by some rare chance.[/i] [i]The woman, on the other hand, held a three-foot long longsword within her right hand and a fourteen inch long dagger in her left, both blades sharpened and more than capable of ripping through flesh. Throwing knives were strapped to her chest, as if utilized as secondaries or as a source of ranged weaponry. Each knife was sharpened to the maximum, intended for piercing flesh and extremely light armor with ease.[/i] [i]The two then suddenly charged towards each other, as the knight swung his halberd with a roar escaping his mouth, as the weapon's blade flew towards the woman's ankle. She raised her foot as she sprinted, stomping upon the blade and raising her other knee to slam it into the man's armored chin. It succeeded, as he was sent back for a moment. Feeling lucky, the woman charged to drive her two blades into his armor, except for the fact that she ignored his sudden recovery. He lifted his halberd up once more, slamming the stick into her waist and sending her slamming into the concrete wall within the training grounds. An "Oof!" escaped the woman's lips, as she crashed into the wall and narrowing slid to her right, as the giant shoulder-charged straight into the concrete and yelled. As both recovered and proceeded to circle each other once more, the knight sighed, and spoke up for a little bit:[/i] [b][i]"...You are aware of how unfair this battle is, yes?"[/i][/b] [i]He spoke up, lowering his halberd for a moment as the woman in front of him chuckled. She shrugged, before she responded.[/i] [b][u]"Because you can't catch me? Yeah, I guess. You know what we really need?"[/u][/b] [i]She questioned, as she sheathed the two blades that she held within her hands tightly. The knight was the one who chuckled this time, speaking to her.[/i] [b][i]"...Competition."[/i][/b] ((Open!))
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26 RepliesEdited by Seven: 2/28/2017 3:50:11 AM[b]C1 Fighting Back During S9[/b] [i]Centrax awoke.. What the hell was going on..? All he remembered was that he was captured.. Now he was under... Some sort of dome. But if he was captured. Why's he seemingly able to roam? It was then, he saw them. The monsters. They were large, all of them about the size of an average man. But savage.. Insect like. With a hint of dark energy. Knowing he was not binded, he focused himself, golden energy forming around him, and he let it out. The wave of energy kills multiple monsters around him. But now they're angry. They frantically dark around the interior of the dome, attacking Centrax. Fighting back, he took his gauntlet out, typing in a specific code, as shining, silver armor wrapped itself around him. Giving him strength. As the beasts dove at him, he tore them apart with his bare hands. Just outside the dome, he saw an army of summoned wraiths... His mom's! He ran at the wall of the dome, smashing through, but the gap he opened soon closed as soon as he got through.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Roy.[/spoiler]
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7 RepliesEdited by The WORLD1897: 2/28/2017 2:31:14 AM[u]Hope[/u] Pablo's crews had made great progress in rebuilding the Dojo back to its original self. One of his underlings showed him a packet of blueprints. He took them and read over them. He marked a few notes on it, and handed it back. He walked back to the construction site, putting a hard hat over his head. He pointed at bits of the construction and the crews worked to fix the problems. He nodded, approvingly and walked over to a bench, drawing up some blueprints. He pulled out a rolling paper and a pinch of wèèd. He placed the pinch onto the paper and rolled it into a tight jôint. He lit it up, inhaling deeply, and then exhaling slowly. [spoiler]Open. Don't be an idiot. *stares at roy*[/spoiler]
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10 RepliesWheel in the sky
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1 ReplyEdited by mom: 2/28/2017 1:14:36 AMWaking up in a hospital with no recollection of the past week is bad. It's worse when the hospital is surrounded with the sounds of battle. [i]I should have expected some kind of bullshit.[/i] The events of the last days suddenly came into clear focus for Timothy Burmand. He had tried to get to the world renowned dojo for training, but had gotten into a fight before even entering the complex. The fight left him scarred and battered, but he was always ready for more. He got up, immediately regretting the choice, as he crashed back down onto the bed. His side had been slashed open and his head hurt immensely from being pummeled. He again slowly rose to his feet and struggled to the door, trying to find a way out. He went through so many corridors to try to find a way out. Finally, one door opened to a bright light, and he stumbled out, hoping to find help. He wasn't outside, but rather in some small, intensely lit room. The door closed behind him and he panicked. [i]this can't be happening[/i] The room hummed with an intense energy, and grew to a searing and bright colour. He passed out again. He awoke in the middle of the street, and sprung up to his feet. He was suddenly filed with an unknown energy, and ran into the nearest building, thirsty and in need of striking up a conversation. It had been too long since he had talked to another person. [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/222773563/0/0/1[/spoiler]
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35 Replies"The Start of Friendship." [b]Planet Atmosphere. Two days after arrival. ======================= Two other frigates broke orbit then, both larger than the first, as dropships and other forms of airborne vehicles descended to the surface of the planet. Each one was carrying various forms of building materials and construction vehicles in odd gravity beams. The ships dropped in other cities and in the Dojo, setting up build cites and other zones to begin construction. The areas where sectioned off, building materials and constructs being dropped off as more ships arrived. Massive vehicles being dropped as well, resembling backhoes, dump trucks, and other forms of major constriction vehicles. Once more the news was tampered with, only this time under the jurisdiction of the Tatakai, as the following message was played. A holographic body appeared, resembling an American looking brunette with short hair, dressed in a skin tight military uniform.[/b] "Planet of Tatakai, I am Meridia. Fleet AI and warmind to the Intergalactic Fleet. This message is being displayed across all channels as a call to action of the planet's citizens. The IF hereby extends its hands to you, the people, in an effort to bolster workforce and boost construction time and manpower. You will be paid, and normal hours will be worked. Full coverage and IF medicinal applications will be given if injury happens or other forms of problems arise. The amount paid will be the same as everyone, 85 an hour, eight hours a day, 5 days of the week. This will provide ample opportunity for you to be paid and help restore your planet. Signups are located at each construction zone. Apply at one, and be prepared to work within the next three days." [b]After, the news returned to normal.[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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18 Replies[b]The Crimson Assassin[/b] Edward walked up to the Dojo, hoping someone would answer him. Well, if not, he always had a way to get their attention. Even if that means the Dojo would go through another major attack. [i]Let's see how this venture plays out.[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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33 Replies[b]Lovers by Gunfire[/b] [i]Perfect, The more I do this I get a faster time 19 seconds now Jack, watch yourself your time is my next target[/i] [b]Haylee was in the simulation with Jack as they had nothing to do until they landed and were given new orders, this gave them time to have some friendly competition in the simulation[/b] [spoiler]Open to Roy![/spoiler]
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2 RepliesHas this clan ever had a unite the clans post? If not, we should request one.
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4 RepliesWtf is this?
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199 RepliesEdited by Cannon011: 2/26/2017 6:02:57 PM[b][i][u]Smoke and Mirrors[/u][/i][/b] [i]0800 Hours, Woods, fifteen miles east of the dojo[/i] "They're coming." Wisp warned his Hunter. Fionn, who was now fully armored, simply nodded and slipped behind cover. Moments later a dark, electrical cloud decended upon the woods... And all hell broke loose. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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103 Replies[b][i][u]Pure and Raw[/u][/i][/b] [b]Spring was coming. It was noticeable as the temperature began rising steadily. It was a nice day for once, except for the fact that the streets were littered with craters and buildings were completely torn down. In the main Plaza of the dojo, there was a crowd of survivors, each chanting something. On a small stage was middle aged man, speaking angrily. [/b] "THE DOJO IS THE CAUSE OF PAIN, OF DESPAIR. It had destroyed our lives, killed our families. The dojo lures enemy, it demands challenge. And when it arrives, what the fúck does it do!? IT ALLOWS THE VILLAGE TO BE DESTROYED! This is a mess! And it can no longer be allowed. It is time we stood up to the dictators that claim they try to help. It is time to release the iron fist!" [b]The crowd erupted into a cheer, and the March to the Dojo began. [/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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101 RepliesEdited by A Stormy Dio: 2/27/2017 2:04:56 AM[i]"The Second Battle of Demeter" T-minus 2 hours to the Alliance 4th fleet, Admiral Steven Hackett's 5th fleet flagship[/i] "Alliace 2nd, 3rd and 5th fleets reporting; Turian 29th and 30th Flotillas reporting; Quarian fighters and gunships, reporting; Dojo fleets are jumping in to our position as we speak." A soldier said from the massive terminal in front of the Hackett. Merrick and the Deimos crew sat next to them as the Alliance flagship, allowing with about 350 or so warships and cruisers making their way toward the colony. Nearby, one of the ship captains of the turian and Quarians forces respectively were here via comm holograms. "Captain sir, multiple unknown jump signatures incoming. Multiple vessels requesting to come aboard. Dojo, sir. Reports also just came in from the 4th fleet, sir. They're taking heavy losses. They got most of the cruiser and took down the dreadnoughts shields, but somehow they can't penetrate the armor conventionally." Another replied from his own terminal. "Permission granted." Hackett replied. "If they're from the Dojo, they're allies." He replies, watching the fleets move ever closer to the colony world. [spoiler]Open! If you have a spaceship, take it here; if you don't and still wanna help, you'll place in one of the Kodiak shuttles that'll arrive.[/spoiler]
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34 Replies[b][i][u]Difficulties[/u][/i][/b] "No, no, no. You're doing it wrong." [b]Jack looked over at his Pilot in training, Haylee Forest and sighed slightly. They were practicing their shooting, and she wasn't doing to well. In her hand, she held a Hammond P2011, a handgun. Directly across from them, only a few dozen feet away was a target and Haylee didn't seem to be making any of her shots.... [/b] [spoiler]Open to Haylee! [/spoiler]
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1 Reply[i]Sheer Heart Attack.[/i] [i]Roaring engines were heard all across dojoville, loud enough to sound like half a dozen assault cannons firing off. But the deafening noise came from The Kult of Speed, Speed Freekz Orks who love to go fast. The engine exhaust from their tricked out bikes filled the air, blinding and causing those who breathed it in to cough. The Greenskins wore leather attire made from a mix of Human and Squig skin which was painted red. Some of them opted for helmets, while others didn't. But the most common thing between the group was they all wore red, in fact even their bikes were red. Speaking of the tricked out bikes, they had large tires with spikes digging into the ground as they roared through the destroyed city. For extra traction of course. They had large exhaust pipes as well, reaching well above their heads. The final and most deadly thing about these bikes was the fact that had mounted on machine guns called Dakkaguns. The group of Orks were just a nuisance to all as they raced around.[/i]
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31 Replies[b]The end of an era[/b] [b]Fortis looked past the stars to some far off place. He had been resident of the dojo for some time now, but didn't appear very often. With a dreary look in his eye, he sighed.[/b] "It is time to find somewhere else, as this dojo no longer suits me." [b]Within the hour, Fortis's shipyard had began to mobilize, and half of his fleet had left. Before he left, Fortis had stood in front of the shipyard to say one last goodbye to whoever wanted to. He also had a stockpile of boxes that he looked like he was going to give away.[/b] [spoiler]Open, Fortis is leaving for a while if not forever. If you know him, or even if you don't, I would suggest you say goodbye. Not because it is the morally right thing to do, but because those boxes are for whoever responds.[/spoiler]
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12 RepliesEdited by The WORLD1897: 2/25/2017 9:13:39 PM[b]Act II: La Mano De Ayuda[/b] [i]Dojo, Present Day[/i] Pablo sat amidst the ruins of the Dojo on a small wooden bench. He rolled himself a jôint, watching his crews rebuild the Dojo. He nodded, his expression stoic. He needed the people to believe they could trust him, and he figured, he could do so by offering his help. The crews cleared away the rubble and began to lay down the foundations for new housing. Sure, it would take a while, but the people needed it. He placed the joint between his lips, inhaling deeply. He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke flow out of his lungs. He ran a hand through his black hair, watching. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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130 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 2/26/2017 3:42:22 AM[b]Poking fun[/b] JJ, Blake, Chase, Mia, and Sarah are all siting in a circle. "So... why are we doing this?" Mia asked. "Because I'm bored," Blake replies. "What are we even doing?" Chase asked. Blake pulls out an empty coke bottle. [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]
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31 Replies[b]S9 The End of the Beginning[/b] [spoiler]Some clarification. 1. This is not an invasion. 2. This post is more set up for the end of Rafael's first story arc here. 3. I might reply, I might not.[/spoiler] [i]On one of the taller semi fixed buildings at the edge of Dojoville, Rafael climbed to the top. He looked out into the distance. Varren was gone. Centrax was taken by.. Him. Quiet is dying slowly. Why must this happen? What has he done? Will things get worse? These are some of the questions he asks himself as he contemplates what has happened. He took something out of his pocket. It was a black, yet shiny locket. Opening it, Rafael looked upon the picture of his dead wife that he stored in it. Tears fell from his eyes, but he forced himself to not cry.[/i] [i]He looked upon the previously lush and peaceful country side. The Dojo was still in shambles. Both from the corruption of some of the previous guards of the Dojo, and the attack from the Dread. And what was he able to do? Nothing. Not a damn thing. He wasn't able to help stop those.. Things from destroying this place.[/i] [i]While Rafael gazed out, a strange dark rip in the ground began to shift open. The ground did not shake. An eery light crept from the dark opening in the ground in the distance. From it, a large army of swarm like monsters erupted. Minions of Malren, Rafael knew. They did not attack the Dojo, nor did they go straight into orbit. They fixated around the crack in the ground. This did not look good, at all.[/i]
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160 Replies[b]Dues[/b] Snow was kneeling by the Cherry Blossom tree, weaponless, staring at a single name. The sun was shining, the sky was clear for once, and everything was still. She wore a simple white dress and slippers, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her thumbs dragged across the pads on her palms gently and slowly, as if she was trying to comfort herself as she fought back tears. Her ears drooped as she kept staring at the name, thinking of how she let her friend down, how she wasn't there to save him. Kari's death meant more to her than others knew. To her it meant she failed something. Failed someone. Mari was in Sapphire's care now, so repaying what she thought she owed Karishad would be near impossible. She sniffled, her left hand eventually resting on her swollen stomach. She sighed shakily, curling her tail around herself as she shivered, despite it being warm outside. (open)
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70 Replies[b][i][u]No Rest for the Wicked[/u][/i][/b] Loud cursing can be heard from Fionn's ship, followed by a sprayvof sparks. "Argh! C'mon ya bloo'y piece o' trash!" The Irish Hunter yells, his fist colliding with the remnants of a Vex spire. "Turn... On!" "It's almost working! I'm starting to get a signal!" His Ghost, Wisp, shouts excitedly. "Try to boost the energy output!" Fionn takes the small section of spire in his hand, attempting to channel Arc energy into it. Unfortunately for him, he was a gunslinger for a reason. Not a bladedancer. With a cry and a shower of sparks, the Hunter is thrown backwards out of his ship, landing in a smoking heap on the floor. "Bloo'y 'ell..." He groans. Slowly sitting up, he notices he has a spectator. "Eh? Whata ya want?" He asks sourly, [spoiler]Open. You are the spectator.[/spoiler]
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111 RepliesEdited by Royal Blade: 2/24/2017 6:37:08 AM[b][i][u]Secondary Teams[/u][/i][/b] [b]A ship broke the out of Slip Space in the system, and quickly broke the planet's atmosphere, going for a landing near the dojo. It landed hovered in front of the dojo gates, and four figures dropped out of the ship. [/b] https://imgur.com/KNQZfGk [b]The first was a Mandalorian in black and red armour, with a white cape and other assorted white blotches along the armour.[/b] https://imgur.com/fQF6S4b [b]The second was obviously female, having a more graceful landing than the first had. A Turian woman at that. [/b] https://imgur.com/ee76tIB [b]The third, was a green alien with blue pads of armour and a second layer of black armour beneath the first. Along with that, he had a blue hood up. [/b] https://imgur.com/YfKXiOx [b]The fourth and final figure was a man clad in Grey Spartan armor. The ship moved away, landing in a nearby clearing as the four approached the gates. The last figure, the Spartan, approached the gates and knocked on them several times, waiting for an answer. [/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
