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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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  • [b][i][u]The Hunt for Santa[/u][/i][/b] Cannon crouched over the struggling form tied to a chair. "Tell me what I want to know, and you go free." "N-no!" Cannon drew a knife. "Fine! I am one of Santa's Elves! Please don't hurt me!" "And how do I find his workshop?" "I don't know! He never lets us see the outside! I was the first to escape in years! You've got to believe me!" "I do. And I want to catch this man. So please cooperate." "Y-yes sir!" A snap can be heard from behind. Cannon wheels around, weapon raised. "Who goes there?" [spoiler]Open for any who want to hunt Santa. You are what made the snap.[/spoiler]

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    • [u]winter blues[/u] [i]nanos was in his apartment he was kinda down as he looked outside watching it snow. The snow reminded him of his village he was from on roak cause it snowed like this all the time. Snow was one of his most favorite things to watch but the last couple of days he has been just down lately even though the twins kimi and Keira tried their best to keep him included it wasn't his style. He just typically kept to himself most of the time. He just went back to the book he was reading seeing how he wasn't much in the mood for company. Which isn't like him at all.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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      • [u]Fallen Angel[/u] A beam of light shoots down from the sky outside the Dojo's walls. A figure was in the place of the light once it dispersed, clad in an ancient helmet and a cloak of the colors of the sunset. Blood soaked through the layers of cloth as they stumbled towards the door, slamming into it. The figure weakly hit the door, trying to get someone's attention before they died of their injuries. Falling unconscious against the door, they hit the ground with blood pooling next to them. [spoiler]open for opening the damn door[/spoiler]

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        • Snow (or Quincy in this special occasion) was walking through the cafeteria. He (yes, i said he. Q is normal Q for a bit...dont ask why...) looked stone-faced, serious, rather emotionless as he entered the kitchen and started making something. What was it? He didn't know, or care. He just made whatever he was making, hoping to take his mind off whatever he was thinking. [spoiler]open for interaction.[/spoiler] [spoiler]any crap and ill blow a fuse. Just a warning.[/spoiler]

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          • [b]Dojoville Bar // 2208 Hours // Jack Treyman // Monday Nov. 18, 2016 Tatakai Years. [/b] [i]The door swiftly opened, and in walked Jack. The barflies and regular patrons all looked over to the figure who had been wearing a slate grey suit on his fairly slim, muscular frame as he started picking at and adjusting his fiery red hair atop his head, which was slicked back at the front to look classier than he normally appeared to be in his mask and tiger striped cloak. No weapons were seen on him though, for they weren't needed. Trudging along behind him, the Cowboy by the name of JT was cracking his mechanical knuckles on his left hand, in order to prevent rust from settling in. His duster hovered a fair ten inches off the ground but the brown outfit was still tattered, torn and riddled with bullet holes from past endeavours on the upper half of his extremely muscular body while the skin tight, emerald green jumpsuit that clung to his body rippled near the waist with every movement. As per usual, he was armed to the teeth. Either figure stepped up to the wooden table in the bar, as a blonde waitress came by to greet either of the... Strange, men. Strange as in Treyman was dressed a little too classy and JT had been a cowboy in the modern day. While Jack was busy flirting with the waitress and consequentially getting the first round of whiskey and vodka on the house, JT had set his hat down on the table and checked the Tac-Pad embedded inside of his right arm. JT: "Trey, the -blam!- am I here for?" Jack: "You're getting social interaction." JT: "I don't need it." Jack: "Dude, you turned down three parties this week for 'Training,' you need it." JT: "...-blam!-, fine. But you know what goes down when I dr-" Jack: "I know, I know, you get flirty and turn into a -blam!-boy. Chill, casanova." JT: "Casa-what?" Jack: "Dude, really?"[/i] ((Open for conversation. Fighting will not be fair, so pls don't try))

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            • Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/3/2016 6:06:56 PM
              [b][u][i]THE GRAND FINALE! [/i][/u][/b] "Alright you bloodthirsty Savages! This is the moment you've been waiting for! This fight will decide WHO is the greatest fighter in this Cesspool! Now, instead of the fight being random, it has been made by HAND to provide the most badass fight there is! Let's take a look at the contestants first shall we? On the left, JJ! On the right...Zane! These two animals are gunna fight...TO THE DEATH! Let's get this arena rolling shall we?" The ground began to shake underneath the contestants feet. Then, the ground around them turned to a smouldering black and the centre of the arena began to have a large circle glowing red. Suddenly, a structure started to rise from the ground. A large cylindrical tower which went up...and up...and up...and up. It was easily eighty stories tall. Inside the tower, there were no floors. Only a stair case which went up the walls in the shape of the building which went to The very top. At the top of the building, where it met the clouds, a small star floated above a pedestal. "Alright you two! Let's explain this a little shall we? Your goal is still to beat the shit out of eachother. But now there's an objective! You have to climb up through that tower, and get the star! Once you get that star, you will be supercharged for five minutes(five of a YOUR own replies). When you are supercharged, you do 100% more damage, move 50% faster, and can take 100% more damage. This is depending on your current skills! While you don't HAVE TO get the orb, it may make life easier for you and a whole lot more harder for your opponent! But once the star fades...IT GOES BACK TO THE TOP OF THE TOWER! HAHA!" The contestants felt their feet get heavy. "Oh, you feel that? That's not your creepy uncle putting his hands down on your shoulders, that's this fights factor! "Grounded!" You won't be able to leave 10ft off the surface you are standing on! Just to make sure you actually use the big ass tower here..." DRUMS began to play. The suspense began to build in the crowd as a countdown on a clock started from five. "Let's begin on one...shall we?" The clock started going down. Once it hit one, the fight would start. So it continued to fall. 5...4...3...2....[b]1.[/b] [spoiler]LET THE FIGHTING BEGIN! [/spoiler] Edit: There are four doors on the bottom of the tower. Each for North,south,east and west.

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              • [b][i][u]Dying Breed [/u][/i][/b] [b]As the snow blanketed the world Royal left the dojo, sighing as he looked back at the gates a final time. He vanished into shadows, standing in the middle of the refugee Islands. He looked around as a man approached [/b] http://iob.imgur.com/uYGg/jgT2dLAxQy "It's that time. I know it is, Rocwald." [i]"So you remember me...."[/i] "I remember all those that I failed, all I loved, all I-" [i]"Shut up. Face your death with dignity." [/i] "I have lived a million adventures, and fought a thousand wars in the span of my life." [i]"Is that so?"[/i] "I was there, when Aragon claimed the crown. I was there during the great war of the Dragons, and their downfall." [b]Royal looked at the Knight Killer [/b] "I have seen worlds you could not comprehend. I have lost things you could not even begin to feel. I have destroyed worlds. But I am honorable!" [i]"Let me say this to you now, Izodath. You stand among the ash of billions of dead souls. Ask them the question of what your honor means, and their silence will be your answer." [/i] "You do NOT have that right -" [i]"I have every right. You ordered me and my men to certain death." [/i] "WE WON THE WAR WITH YOUR SACRIFICE!" [i]"But what about your sacrifice? You lost nothing" [/i] "I lost a friend..." [i]"I was never your friend." [/i] [b]The Knight Killer, Rocwald approached Royal and raised his sword when there was a crack. Zora appeared behind the Knight, a sword straight through his chest [/b] [i]"You... Do not.... Have anyone....." [/i] "ZORA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" [u]"It had to be done. Your future does not end here...." [/u] "WHO GETS THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT? Certainly not you!" [b]Rocwald slumped to the ground, dead. Zora simply looked at Royal blankly [/b] [u]"You're welcome." [/u] [b]She vanished, leaving Royal with a dying Rocwald[/b] [i]"Even... When you are saved.... By someone... You are alone." [/i] "I Am not alone, Roc. You are. I have the biggest family in the Gorram Universe. I have come to face death, and I have cheated death. I have much to do." [b]Royal vanished as Roc took his final breaths, the snow covering him completely in a white blanket, stained in red. [/b] [spoiler]Closed! The end of a little side plot I had going. [/spoiler]

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                • Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/5/2016 10:36:16 PM
                  MONTHLY UPDATE PLANS. Okay. So for this update we will introduce a.... -Weather system Summer=June 1 Fall =September 1 Winter= December 1 Spring= April 1 -Grimoire -Tell the stories of your characters or anything related to them. Talk about the stories of groups as well. Use the Destiny forums grimoire as your example. -Property thread -List whatever property you own and where it is. Describe its purpose and anything else you deem necessary. EDIT: we will also make an update thread. Dating all the changes starting from November and to beyond!

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                  • [b][i][u]WORST CASE SCENARIO SIMULATION[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler]This is a sim of the worst case scenario, necro-flood are attackung Tatakai, we must evac. Because it's a sim, you will be fine if you die, but your character will not know it's a sim until it's over.[/spoiler] It seems like any other wintery day at the dojo. Suddenly, a loud groundbreaking roar splits the calm. Something can be seen in the distance, fallung towards the surface. [spoiler]open. Prep for death.[/spoiler]

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                    • Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 12/5/2016 9:16:56 AM
                      [b]Lounge of Blades, Leone.[/b] Leone was in the bar for the first time in ever, he decided to take advice from a certain someone to go out and make some friends. Even if it meant leaving her alone for a few hours. He walked to the bar, Silver hair tied up in a slightly shitty ponytail, he was wearing a black sweater, a dark green scarf around his neck, a brown overcoat, black gloves, a white dress pants and a belt and a pair of dress shoes. He came in with a slight coughing fit before it calmed down. The Stand user then walked up to the counter. "Coke." He spoke, then shortly after he was handed his Coke. Leone took a sip out of his soda, green eyes looking around the place for no reason in particular. In truth he was pretty bored, hanging around in Ry's ship all day does get boring as all hell. [spoiler]Open. Talk, meet, fight, whatever. You might regret doing the last option, but who knows? It is the Dojo after all.[/spoiler]

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                      • Edited by MuelKnightLego: 12/5/2016 7:21:53 PM
                        [b]Lego stands in his gunshack at the counter looking at the stock. Its not really a shack but a fully fledged department store full of guns, ammunition too. Buisness has been slow, only a few sales. Lego takes a quick peak on YouTube 2 until someone comes in. He looks up at the bell ringing. [/b] [spoiler]Wehb [/spoiler]

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                        • Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 12/4/2016 3:10:24 PM
                          [b]A flick left, a flick right. Duck, sweep, thrust. Spin, kick, slash.[/b] Two figures moved at speeds beyond human ability to watch. Merely blurs to most of the Dojo, the two sparring in one of the courtyards fought with inhuman grace. Hands holding swords and knives blurred, the clash of metal on metal fell like rain across the small area. Clad in dark armor, only one of the suits of the combatants was identifiable. Shadow moved like liquid, dancing around her foe. The other was like a rock, catching each of Shadow's thrusts and slashes no matter where her opponent was. With a flourish, the unnamed figure sidesteps one of Shadow's thrusts, only for Shadow to turn and kick the foe away. Sliding to a stop a few meters away, a woman's low chuckle fills the quiet. "You've gotten lazy, Shadow." "Hah, so have you, Blade. Whateley's made you soft." "Hah!!! As if. When was the last time you went back to the Before?" "......" "My point exactly." The two shed their armor as they banter, Shadow's melting away to reveal her in her standard suit, and Blade's to reveal Drow in a Hello Kitty t-shirt and blue jeans. Stowing their weapons in a similar way, the duo sit down together into chairs formed of shadows. [spoiler]Open!!! Feel free to fight or talk!![/spoiler]

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                          • Edited by Cannon011: 12/5/2016 12:32:39 AM
                            [b][i][u]Decorations Impractical [/u][/i][/b] [i]This was a very bad idea.[/i] Cannon thought as he fiddled with the wires. He was currently standing on the roof of his ship, which was painted like a candy cane, attempting to install Christmas lights. Grunting, he heaves the cable up over his shoulder to sling it to the next section. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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                            • Edited by Will: 12/4/2016 8:57:46 PM
                              Angel City Riley grunted as the hulking beast of a man slammed a fist into her jaw, the chains that she swung by rattling with the movement. The unnecessarily bright halogens above kept her from drifting into unconsciousness, and her captors had taken advantage of it. Shocking, punching, cutting her..for no good reason. She'd awoken with a bullet hole in her back that had been shoddily bandaged, and hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. The woman in the pinstripe suit had said nothing to her when she walked out from the doorway to her right, except to bring a brute of a man in, who had quickly set to work. One of her eyes was swollen shut, every breath hurt, meaning at least fractured ribs, she was bleeding from several jagged cuts on her arms and legs, her once blue hair was stained copper with blood that clung to her face. Her wrists were rubbed raw from the manacles, Her body was mottled with bruises, and the best she could tell she'd only been there a few hours. Six, at most. She didn't even know what they wanted from her, and she was too prideful to ask. When the man spoke up, she blankly stared at him. ''Ok Blue, this hurts me more than it hurts you, I promise. It's my job, so I'm sorry.'' He said, sitting down in the aluminum chair across from her. He said it sadistically, and Riley knew he enjoyed it. Inflicting pain and misery, making people beg for mercy. Well, he wasn't getting any begging from her. She spit a wad of blood into his face, spattering it across his mouth and nose. He didn't hesitate, reaching up and grabbing the first two fingers of her right hand and wrenching them sideways, snapping the bones like twigs. "Let's see you use a sword now.'' He said with a sneer. Riley screamed at the pain, but still no words came. She'd die before she gave him the satisfaction. The man shook his head in disbelief, walking over to a table and picking up a wickedly jagged knife already stained with blood. ''Hurts me more Blue." ------- The massive aircraft carrier sat quietly off the coast of Angel City, ominous in it's colossal presence in the night. Spotlights waved to and fro, and guards could barely be made out patrolling the airstrip on the uppermost level, almost beckoning visitors. (Blackjack)

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                              • [u]A rocky landing[/u] For some time the coms chatter was seemingly pretty normal. Familiar voices of pilots taking off and landing on the cleared off airway. Without much notice a new voice shows up on the speaker. "So there is a landing post after all. Say, this place also hunting me down?" The man heard of the speaker sounds surprisingly calm for someone asking if he's about to get shot at. [spoiler]Open, Intro to Flatline[/spoiler]

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                                • [b]12:24 PM. Courtyard A1, by the Star[u]s[/u]ucks. Merreh Fuсkin' Christmas.[/b] [i]As soon as December had started, Jason had gotten into a rather festive mood. He had painted his normally gunmetal grey armour to look like a Santa suit, the helmet being replaced by a Christmas hat. The tall man was unarmed and throwing about fake snow which he pulled from a rough looking, sizeable bag he held in his right hand, adding to the already decently thick layer of snow. Why the fuсk he was doing this? Not even he knew. Gifts would probably fit better than snow, but who gives a shit. [/i] "MERREH MOTHAFUСKIN' CHRISTMAS!" [i]The Russian yelled rather loudly, throwing the bag off into some random direction without as much as a hint of a care. He then walked over to the Starbucks, his hands adjusting his hart, which covered half of his curly grey hair rather nicely. [/i] "I'll take a hot chocolate pureleh cuz 'tis da season. Oh, 'nd marshmallows. Now, I'm gonna preemptiveleh shut ya up by sayin: who gives a fuсk if it's childish. A man hasta enjoy his drink in peace, no matta how childish." [i]He said once at the Starbucks, ordering despite the fact that Starbucks is ass. He didn't have any other place to go for his caffeine - or hot chocolate - needs, after all. Soon enough, Jason was handed his drink, from which he immediately took a lil' sip. He groaned in approval, remaining in place. [/i] [spoiler]Open. First post in a while; excuse meh if it sucks ass. [/spoiler]

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                                  • [b]A being that appears to be some sort of reptile standing on two legs walks up to the dojo and knocks on the large doors.[/b] [spoiler]Miner is helping me with this. I'm new to RPing.[/spoiler]

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                                    • *insert comment of ridicule towards anime enthusiast virgins*

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                                      • Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/4/2016 5:40:03 AM
                                        [i][b]Hit Me[/b][/i] [i]"Now I'm shaking all over I'm a shattering mass But I'm gonna sit up straight I'm gonna take it with class Old man used to tell me Son, never look back, Move on to the next case. Fold your clothes and pack." - Warren Zevon[/i] [b]Hereford, England, Alternate Earth, Six Years Ago[/b] [i]The basement had been laid out plainly like a fighter's training room, a punching bag in the corner, a bench press, pull-up bars, weights, even the gear to train one to throw punches properly and dodge them just as well. Sparring weapons sat in their racks, bo staffs, unsharpened knives and swords. In the center of the room stood two individuals, one in his combat fatigues and boots, the other in an Under Armor athletic shirt and sweatpants. The man in combat fatigues stood taller than his opponent, and held a bo staff firmly in his hands, the boy before him held a dulled short sword. Nicholas Clarkson had been working now for nearly a year at teaching Jackson Wolfe how to fight, and the teenager had been steadily improving. Today was yet again another basic Saturday for the two of them, training. If Wolfe could match Clarkson blow for blow, he knew that the training had been having an effect. Eyeing each other, they soon snapped into action. Jackson brought the blade down towards Clarkson's stomach, and the SAS officer easily blocked it with his staff. Bringing it up, he pushed the boy back, and rushed in with the staff, swinging it towards the boy's sword arm. Moving skillfully to the side, Wolfe managed to glance the blow off with his blade, pushing himself around behind his teacher. Bringing the blade back around, he thrust it forwards towards Clarkson, who moved to the side enough to dodge it and smack Jackson in the ribs with his staff. The boy gasped in pain, and looked back up at Clarkson just in time to parry another blow from his staff. Seeing his chance to strike, Clarkson sent another jab in for the same place, the staff connecting with Jackson's torso again with a solid thump. Gasping again, Jackson grabbed the end of the staff and twisted it in an attempt to force it from Clarkson's hands. While he wasn't able to do that, he at least managed to avoid another hit. Pushing it out, he threw Clarkson off-balance, and swung for the man's shin. His sword made contact, and Clarkson swore under his breath. [/i] Bloody bast*rd... [i]Coming back around, he caught Jackson's back with the staff, and he sent the boy reeling from the impact. Staggering, Jackson took another blow from the staff in the arm, right in the funny bone. Holding his arm, he barely managed to dodge Clarkson's next two blows, but he could not avoid the third. Using the staff, Clarkson swept Jackson's feet out from under him, sending him to the ground fairly hard. Clarkson went to bring the staff down again over the boy's throat to pin him, but Jackson rolled sideways and out of the way. Standing back up, he rushed and kicked Clarkson in the ribs, staggering him, but as he went to bring his blade down to hit Clarkson's shoulder, the bo staff cracked him hard in the stomach, leaving him gasping for air again. It sent him into a coughing fit, and Clarkson approached yet again to knock him to the ground. He delivered a solid blow to the boy's shoulder blade, another to his hip, and soon Jackson was on the ground again, eyes clenched tightly shut in pain, his body aching. As Clarkson came down to pin him again, with what strength he had left, Jackson kicked up and nailed the SAS soldier in the stomach, hard enough to force him to back off. Standing back up again, he lunged at Clarkson while he was trying to breathe again, and tackled him to the ground, placing his sword over the man's throat, an intense and malicious gaze in his normally friendly eyes. With the blade at his throat, Clarkson smiled widely, and began to chuckle, that escalating into a full laugh. Jackson looked back to him, confusedly, as the man spoke.[/i] You're just like your dad, kid... Persistent little bugger, aren't you? [i]He said, laughing, despite the piece of metal at his throat.[/i] [i]Jackson stared back at him silently, the rage fading from his eyes.[/i] You've got the tenacity, I'll give you that, but we need to work on your dodging. [i]Clarkson said, smiling upwards with a sh*t-eating grin. He knew clearly that Jackson was in intense pain from the blows he had received, but he was learning, and he was getting good. Jackson stood slowly, allowing Clarkson to stand up, and he trudged over to the rack that held their sparring weapons. Clarkson stood up and did the same, putting his staff into the rack, the two of them heading upstairs. Jackson slunk away to his room on the second floor, Clarkson headed to the kitchen. His wife did not look to him, she couldn't. They'd had the discussion before, and knew that neither was going to budge on their position. Walking past her, Clarkson filled a glass from the cupboard with the faucet in the sink, and took a sip, looking out of his kitchen window. His body hurt pretty badly as well, age was catching up. He couldn't take the blows as well anymore, but that was part of life. A die-hard soldier, though, that thought always hurt him. Jackson had meanwhile climbed into his bed and laid down. He took an aspirin from his bedside table, and kicked off his shoes before flopping back onto his bed. Despite the fact that he wanted to scream from how much he hurt, he was proud of himself. He pinned Clarkson, for the first time since he'd been training, and that was no easy task given the man's background. Laying back, he stared up at the ceiling, a tired smile across his lips as he slowly succumbed to sleep.[/i] [spoiler]Closed, open for feedback.[/spoiler]

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                                      • [b]A man stands outside the Dojo, his eyes glowing a bright blue and his clothes swaying in the wind. At his side is a simple knife, and on his feet are normal boots stained with dirt. He knocks on the large door that seems to have stood for centuries.[/b]

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                                        • [i][u]This won't work...ever.[/u][/i] Just outside of the Dojo, a rectangular portal opens, like a window relieved of a frame out in the cool air. Past the portal was only black. Void of anything. But all of a sudden, a being steps through. With bone-white skin and a face of horror, Ausgehungert Leere appears from the portal, which seems to disappear behind him. "Now...The Dojo. A strange place...Almost seems like bad idea." He walks with the Buch der Leere in his right hand, the seal in the center, identical to the one on his chest, glowing with dangerous power. As he walked through he kept his hood over his face all the time, but even then, his aura gave him away. Even the most ordinary of persons would be able to spot him with how much energy he radiates. "Just waiting for someone to spot me, aren't I...?" He says quietly to himself. After a few minutes of walking through the Dojo, Leere sits cross-legged in the Dojo Courtyard, off on the side. He casually read his ancient book, refreshing his memory of important spells or anything else he needed, or wanted, to know. "Where to start?" [spoiler]Open. Ausgehungert Leere's intro. I recommend you read his char sheet.[/spoiler]

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                                          • Edited by Royal Blade: 12/4/2016 4:03:24 AM
                                            [b][i][u]Training[/u][/i][/b] [b]As the snow came down, blanketing the world in a winter Wonderland, Captain Allister, the new arrival along with his crew, stood in front of a dozen dojo guards inside courtyard A3. He shook his head a bit [/b] "You are the sorriest bunch of-" [i]"Allister. Play nice." [/i] [b]Royal came up behind him, speaking sternly [/b] "Of course. Dismissed." [b]The guards salute, then March away from the two [/b] [i]"You have to go easier on them."[/i] "They need to toughen up." [b]Royal shrugs, leaning against the wall as Allister turns towards him [/b] "But you're the leader so they don't know about that." [i]"Watch yourself." [/i] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

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                                          • [i]she was waiting in the training ground for someone as she sat on one of the nearby benches. She had a eagerness to learn cause even though she spars with her twin sister leyla there only so much she could learn. But even though her size could easily fool some people into not taking seriously. there was only so many she could actually spar with cause of the amount of electricity that always courses through her body. She was only 5'2" in height with long black hair pulled into a long braid. She was covered in bluish green scales and she had two different colored eyes one bluegray the other bright green. She was wearing black t-shirt and gray shorts. Every once and while a ripple of electricity drifts across her skin with a crackling. She was waiting patiently sitting there..[/i] [spoiler]open for jt[/spoiler]

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                                            • [b][u]The Pillagers [/u][/b] [b]Off the coast near Dojoville, 11:00 PM[/b] [i]The night was quiet and peaceful all around the open waters as a ship with supplies was sailing closer and closer to Dojoville. They had supplies for the dojo and word spread around a little bit. They expected challengers and were prepared as could be. Everything was going in order and they had smooth sailing ahead of them. That very quickly changed. As they sailed, they saw a shadow out on the water, something lurking around them. The sailors readied their weapons, but their efforts would only be in vain. A dark shroud began to cover over the ship, and the sailors began to get on edge. As they watched carefully, the groaning sound of a wooden ship echoed in the air. Suddenly, a large boat appeared out of the darkness and fog next to their ship. The sailors desperately tried to fire their guns and cannons at the ship, but it seemed to not take much damage. Large cannonballs flew back at their ship, creating massive explosions and holes on the side of their boat. Large harpoons then fired at the boat and connected to it. Large, demonic pirates began to ran across the chains with swords in hand, boarding the boat as voice rose up above the chaos,[/i] "Destroy them all! Leave no survivors! Leave no plunder to be taken!" [i]It was Velehk Sain, and the sailors needed help.[/i] [spoiler]open for saving and combat[/spoiler]

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                                              • [b]A dark presence could be felt. As the seconds ticked by, it seemed to get closer and closer. Finally, it was at the doorstep of the Dojo. There stood a figure in a black cloak. His face was hidden by a large hood, but was removed by gloved hands. There was the face of an old adversary. Korsis Valaheem.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler] [spoiler]yes this got approved by pants[/spoiler]

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                                                • [quote][u][i][b]Epilogue Party[/b][/i][/u][/quote] In the main courtyard (too lazy to look at actual names) a bunch of lights, a lit up dance floor, and an open bar were set up. Near the dance floor was [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ab/08/56/ab08569b29cdf2776073ba00410cd628.jpg]Charlie[/url] with a Daft Punk like helmet on as he Dj'd. Of course, he only played the cooliest of music as he head-banged to the beat perfectly. A fully healed [url=http://pre03.deviantart.net/9aa2/th/pre/i/2015/318/4/b/aeolian_dance_by_wlop-d9gmgvl.jpg]Isorropia[/url] was dancing on the dance floor with [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/aa/82/76/aa8276c51757903b11e8b21e9c8d384f.jpg]Charlotte[/url](Isorropia in the attire in the picture and Charlotte wearing a rather revealing black dress). Both were having an amazing time as they showed that they both had experience dancing in this type of environment. At times Charlotte's dancing did get...questionably overly sexual. Hanging off to the side was a shy Artemis wearing a beautiful purple dress. She had her hair put up in a pony tail and had some lovely perfume on. [url=http://pngimg.com/upload/businessman_PNG6580.png]Chuck[/url] was at the open bar on his 50th drink. He was trying to make it seem like he was happy, but it was obvious he was extremely upset. [spoiler]Open. Speak to whoever. Walk around and speak to everyone, idk.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Here's some party music if ya need it to set the mood. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYIeXe5xQQs[/spoiler]

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