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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
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THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
English
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18 RepliesEdited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/14/2017 3:10:32 PM[u]Test Phase[/u] Geludius Desert: 45 minutes west of Mount dojo: eviorment dry flats 10AM With the nuclear core intact and the wiring installed properly into the titan chassis, Ama's prototype dubbed Cypher was fully operational. She rented out a large big rig and gave the driver the cpordinence on where to meet her. She was sitting inside of the ATP, with the heat blasting to counter out the winter air. She had on a jacket that seemed to have a heating system in it. Being part plant made this season simply annoying as the frost made her left eye temporarily go blind if it wasn't covered meaning it was back to covering it with the eye patch again. Still, it wasn't that she hated the winter itself. Just a few small aspects pertaining to her genetics. When the large mech arrived and was powered on, there was something very odd about it when it was activated. The best way to describe the situation is that it looked as if it was growing dusty at an alarming rate. There was even a strange silvery flicker of things reflecting around it that looked like a small very light cloud of dust floating around the thing. Whatever she did, at face value, it did seem to have a very peculiar feature. She was very public about the test calling it a "demo" of a sort. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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54 Replies[b][i]Tonight at 11:00pm, THE DR.MALCOLM SHOW![/i][/b] The T.V’s all across dojoville would be broadcasting the very first television episode made by their very Home. On it, a therapist would talk to a group of the Dojo’s ever increasing roster of edge lords, fedora tippers, and PTSD driven psychos. The show would come on air, and would start on an older looking man’s face. He had greasy skin that shined from The stage lights, along with a grey Sanchez ‘stash that would perfectly fit between his quaint little nose and pursed red lips. His eyes were wide, welcoming in a weird way, and hazel, while his nearly bald head had stubbles of grey across the sides of his skull. He would smile at the camera, adjusting his bow tie before speaking. “Well hello there everyone, my name is Dr.Malcolm, and welcome to the Dr.Malcolm show.” He spoke with a soothing southern drawl. The live audience would clap as the camera panned out to view the circle of dojo warriors sat amongst, before it zoomed back in his face. “Today for our very first pilot episode, we have a special treat. Some of the worlds mightiest protectors join us, and together, we can get over our difficulties, in order to live livelier and healthier lives. So, why don’t our guests introduce themselves, and why they’re here, hmmm?” [spoiler]Open for all! Introduce yourselves![/spoiler]
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206 Replies[u]Chapter Four[/u] [spoiler]Open to the vanguard.[/spoiler] [u]On The Front Lines[/u] [u]The City of Khalosh, 11:21 PM[/u] [i]Silence.[/i] [i]The Trayven host, accompanied by both the warriors of the Dojo and the Valkyries, had set up groups for their vanguard in order to meet and cluster upon the front line - they would join in humble groups, shrouded by the deep darkness of night and the foliage that grew over their shadows. In the distance, the first members of the charge would see Khalosh, or.. something of the sort. It's walls had been refurbished, a wooden-and-stone gateway now blocking the one entrance into the city. Surrounding the city and encasing it within it's shell was a deep, light blue fog, whisking throughout the skies and air as the city itself was eerie silent.. The only way to defeat the larger force, without starving them out, was a literal surprise charge and a lot of dead captains and lieutenants on the Tribune's half of the battle.[/i] [i]Then, the siege horn would ring. A deep, booming thing, as those patrols and Tribune archers whom would stand upon the wall walk would suddenly draw their eyes and bows towards the outside of Khalosh. From there - the vanguard would charge out.[/i] [i]The vanguard would be accompanied by a full-on wall of scutum-wielding troops, charging towards the city in a clustered row. A warning horn would breeze throughout Khalosh, bells ringing throughout the city as civilians, soldiers, and mercenaries alike either retreated from the impeding siege, or would head towards it.[/i] [i]The iron doors of Khalosh would creak open only for a moment, as a welcoming party of Tribune troops would storm towards the assaulting vanguard. And yet, behind the vanguard..[/i] [spoiler]For the assault members and vanguard in total.[/spoiler] "FOR THE GOLDEN LION!" [i]Freya's battlecry would ring across the impeding chaos, as the armies would make their way towards the walls of Khalosh. Those whom would arrive first would have to assist the vanguard and manage to push forwards, for far behind them, a battering ram had begun progress throughout the road of the forest. The idea was to use such a siege as a distraction - and yet, be capable of eliminating the Tribune's efforts as well.[/i] [spoiler]For the assassins.[/spoiler] "...She's a fuсking idiot. Still my sister." [i]Isabella would murmur, as she had lead those whom wouldn't be attacking throughout a rather.. different area: one of the few recovered tunnel networks that was both kept hidden from the Tribune's scrying eyes, and one that hadn't collapsed after so much time. Such a tunnel was apparently utilized by a mafia boss, according to the information gathered by Natalie, when the first attack upon Khalosh had seemed to be in the works yet kept secret. Isabella would finally bring the assassins up a ladder and into what was an abandoned building. The sounds of charging troops and yells were in the distance, albeit not close to the building.[/i] "Could've used this place, Tribs. Literally gave up on the tunnel and building, oh well." [i]Isabella whispered, as she then turned back to her small group of mercenaries, murderers, and generally untrustworthy people.[/i] "Alright.. captains, lieutenants, commandos, majors - whatever's out there, maybe their damn general is - point is, we need you guys to kill 'em off. These Tribune asshats will scatter afterwards.. they're probably wearing white and gold, so they'll be easy to recognize. Y'all good, or what? You need a quick bathroom break, now's the time. I'm heading down and joining the assault.. even though that fuсking walk through the tunnel is tiring as hell."
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24 Replies"On you're left." [b]Dojo, Courtyards. 0700. =======================[/b] Rose laced her shoe, tying the strings into a tight knot then, standing afterwards. Currently she had no idea what to do with life, everything so far was just fine for the most part. Love interests, she had a place to stay, food, everything she could ask for was already provided. So, how was it she spent her days? Running. She put one foot in front of the other, and repeated the motion, slowly building up to a steady sprint. Holding it for a while, she kept going, running in a massive circle around one of the many man-made ponds. Dressed incredibly simply, leggings and a form fitting shirt, Rose wasn't planning to do much at all for the day, no plans or anything really to do. All she did plan was an hour run, then walking back to the Trayven camp. An older man was jogging ahead of her, more aged than she was, Rose herself being 20, the man looked to be roughly 30. Short brown hair, broad shoulders, built like a tank, although he wasn't fast. As she was catching up, she spoke to him, a terse reply as she kept pace. "On your left." Then, she sped past him. Rose's form built for agility and mobility, not strength or anything. If she where a bird, she would be the fastest, built for flying. Her shoes padding against the concrete as she kept going. Roughly ten minutes passed, before she was on him again and once more she said the line. "On your left." "Yeah, yeah I hear you. On my left." He answered then, sounding a bit winded, but going strong. She kept going, ignoring the man for now as she went about making another lap in about fifteen minutes this time. By now the sun was fully up, its golden rays seen all over. She spoke the line again. "On you-" "Don't you say it! Don't you say it!" The man sped up then, his bulky frame trying to keep up as Rose sped past him. "Your left." She grinned to herself then, sprinting past the man as he let out an irritated growl, slowing down to his usual pace. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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244 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 1/22/2018 11:44:12 PM[b][u]Broken Warlock[/u][/b] [i]Finn's Grave, 00:00[/i] Sarah sat in front of Finn's Grave. She was sobbing enough tears to drown herself in a small shower. He had promised he wouldn't leave her side. He had promised her forever. She knew the truth. There was no such thing as forever, only constant. Constant grief. Constant pain. Constant suffering. Constant survival. Survival. Survival is a curse she would have to bear. [spoiler]Open. Someone please find her a therapist.[/spoiler]
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8 Replies[i]”In the Night” (Dojoville, at some point in the evening...)[/i] Dojoville. The place that’s often been incinerated, steamrolled, invaded, massacred...pretty much every synonym to those four within the human English language would probably describe the place. However, in the case it wasn’t. It was the sight of snow. And setting up Christmas decorations. Speaking of which... [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/72/f7/4b/72f74b0bf404d7af978ee772f6cc8ec5.jpg]ELARA[/url] walked around the place, a light snow falling upon the ground. She was disguised in her human form, having on a combination of a blue sweater with a white vest, jeans, and black sneakers. Of course, all this was thanks to her advanced holograms stored within the automaton. Via her HUD, something popped up. An ad popped up, for something called Christmas. She had never seen the festivities, but had heard about, ...human holiday, the humans of her time had said, but due to the impending doom of humanity’s extinction, they never got to celebrate it. She looked into a store window, toys and much more galore across the window. Perhaps maybe she could learn the meaning of Christmas... [spoiler]Open! 1 Of 3 Christmas-related posts I’m making.[/spoiler]
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31 Replies[b][i]Grave-Talker...[/i][/b] [b][i]Daun knew the true reason she had been banished from her home was that she had caught the chief performing a forbidden ritual. However, she also believed it was because of what they saw in her. Devotion. Faith. Control. She was the ideal shaman: unwavering in faith no matter what she had come up against, following every ritual and festival to a T. Even after she was banished she never wavered, and it seemed that these years had paid off. After all, Primal Spirits didn't talk to just anybody: only those that the Great Spirit truly believed were devout.[/i][/b] [b][i]Daun was dressed in more or less usual garments. Her upper body was clothed with linen wraps around her chest, on top of this a hide and fur top that revealed her stomach. Her lower arms were covered by hide and fur bracers, helping keep her a bit warmer. Her legs were covered by baggier seeming pants, under this leg coverings like the gauntlets. Her mask was on her face, a show of respect. She sat in the middle of an outcropping on a stump, an exchange of words being heard. She was conversing with one of the spirits, something she enjoyed doing. Many times people stayed away from her: some being scared of her primal wear, others of her warrior appearance, and others her animal like nature. So she had learned to find pleasure in the company of animals and the spirits. They never dwelled on frivolous topics, focusing on important ones, and showed great respect as long as you did the same. And so the woman and spirit conversed, unaware of those around them.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open. Please tell we which personality trait most describes the character you reply with: Brash Intelligent Quiet Charismatic Chatty Kind [/spoiler]
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97 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 12/14/2017 5:14:11 PM[b][u]ZANE VS BEDLAM[/u][/b] Zane would spawn into the white arena, looking around to spot none other then Bedlam. He had heard of this foe before, but only this semi-final fight would decide if he was capable of defeating him. Meanwhile, Bedlam saw the champion ahead of him. Would he be able to toy with him like he did the ones who came before? The arena would then transform, as the two were thrust upwards into the air as a massive, circular platform formed underneath them. As they looked around, they actually saw the massive crowd looking at them, as well as the large blue shield that protected all of them. They also saw they were on a massive circle platform that was 30 feet above a massive pool of water. Filled to the brim with sharks. That’s pretty neat. The arena was 300ft in diameter, and as the looked around, small barricades popped out from the platform all around it. They would only provide cover if one were to crouch behind them, but the seemed to be made of a very tough material(non-destructible). Then, Haakon would speak: “Hold on. Wasn’t Zane supposed to....huh. WHELP ENOUGH OF THAT! FIGHT!”
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6 Replies[b]Arranged Friendship[/b] [i]16:30, Dojo Gates[/i] Sarah Grey was lead to the Gates by Jade. The Titaness had her helmet off, revealing her blue eyes and black hair in a ponytail. The Warlock asked, "Jade, why did you drag me here?" "I have a friend I want you to meet," the Titaness replied. "Friend or someone you smashed into a 1,000 pieces and blamed me?" She asked. [spoiler]For Orn[/spoiler]
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93 Replies[b]There was a knocking at the doors of the Dojo. Wasn’t someone in Dojoville, wasn’t some new recruit, it was a familiar face to some. It was the daughter of one of the NCR’s Rangers, Jamie Grant. She had been given order that her father, Alexander Grant, had been killed. She wasn’t aware how, she just received a radio transmission with a message and an order. To come back and take care of Grant’s children. So exactly that she would do. Jamie wasn’t a very tall person like her father, no she was only a little over five and a half feet tall. She wore green combat armor, pistols and knives strapped to her belt. She had long, black hair, but one side of her head lacked it entirely. And the reason was pretty evident, there was a massive scar from a bullet on the left side of her head. She had a rather somber look on her pale face, banging on the door of the Dojo.[/b] [spoiler]Open. I know it’s bad, just got bored and decided to put something out.[/spoiler]
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23 RepliesEdited by Kruos the Wicked: 12/10/2017 11:11:16 PM[b][i][u]Retrospect[/u][/i][/b] The man looked out into the blackness of space as he quietly pondered his thoughts. His memories. All in the quiet air of the empty room. He thought back to that day. That last, and final day that he had ever really lived. ---------------------------------- "You know," the girl said, smiling as she looked up at the afternoon sky, "I've been thinking about... you know... everything. Everything that we've been through. And I just-" "Stop," the boy said, nineteen, about the same age as her, "I already know what you're going to say. You don't have to be ashamed of [i]anything[/i]. Okay?" She turned her head toward him, her green-blue eyes almost... what was it? Dreamlike? He couldn't remember. She let out a sigh of relief, and rested her head on his shoulder. They looked off of the high cliff, looking at the expansive grasslands and their bright colors. An amalgam of bizarre and bright colors that made it gleam with vibrancy and light. Orange, red, purple. Anything that would be considered foreign to that of Earth. "It's funny. I always thought that none of this was going to be possible. Yet, here we are. I almost can't-" she paused, hearing a strange sound as a shadow began to fill the valley. A massive starship, foreign looking in his memory as he could not exactly remember it's appearance, emerged from the sky. "What the -blam!- is that?" she said, fear in her voice. "I don't know. We need to get back as soon as-" he was cut off be the emergence of dozens of smaller ships, varying in size. They fired upon the city they had had their backs to before, leaving it burning and in ruins as time would progress. The two looked at each other in silence, equal fear in their eyes, as they tried to figure out what they were to do. That would be decided for them, however, as an explosion rang out and knocked the two off of their feet. It was a mix of ringing and disorder then, as something landed on the ground near them. The sound of an engine dying down could be heard as the smoke suffocated him, and strange, almost metallic creatures would be seen exiting the strange craft. He was now being... lifted by them. Just then he heard a scream. "Help! Please! Help me!" the girl said, kicking and screaming, with her hair in a tangled mess. "Let go of me!" The beings grabbed her and pulled her into the ship, and the boy screamed after her. Another one approached him, the memory of his metallic face seemingly faded from memory. It merely now seemed like a practically demonic blob. "What should we do with him sir?" one of them said, a raspy metallic voice coming from where his mouth might have been. "Take him," the one in front of him responded, his voice much deeper. "He seems to have some sort of... usefulness. The queen wants him alive." And that was the last thing he remembered. ----------------------------------- "Sir? Sir!" someone beside him said, jerking the General away from his thoughts. "Yes?" he replied, "What is it?" "Sir. We just had a ship without a scheduled flight depart from Hanger 14. Seventeen total casualties." "Drake." the General said, his face boiling with anger. "Follow him. I don't care if he has to die because of this, just find him. NOW!" "Yes sir." the low-ranking officer said meekly, as the General stormed out of the room. ------------------------------- He arrived a few minutes later in the central containment room, where the assassin that had taken the name "Caroline" was being held on a giant metal contraption. It was complicated, and there wouldn't really be enough time to quite describe it in its entirety. "What the -blam!- do you want?" she said, fury in her eyes as she spat at the ground. The General smiled. "I've come to tell you that your little boyfriend isn't coming for you, Caroline. Drake just left in one of our ships a few moments ago." Her face went slack. "You're lying." "I'm afraid I'm not, my dear." he said, slowly walking around the control room and making expressions/gestures so that she could clearly see his intent. "Of all the things I have lied to you about, this is not one of them. I'm sorry that things weren't different. Well who am I kidding? I'm not sorry. Drake is merely another bandit scumbag living like parasites on our planets and taking them as their own." She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell at him and say that all of this was complete bullshit. But she couldn't. She could only find the urge to cry. And then suddenly things began to change. There was a sound, maybe some sort of explosion, and the entire ship went into lockdown. Something was wrong. [i]Listen closely, [/i]a familiar female voice, possibly hers, said in her mind, [i]You're going to get out of her. When the machine deactivates, run. Run as fast as you can. Don't bother with anything else. Just run. A ship will be waiting in Hanger 12.[/i] She didn't know what this voice was, or what it wanted, but it was her best shot. The machine disengaged, and the path out of there was open. All she had to do was run. -------------------------------------- [url=http://example.com]Dojo Woods, Sometime Later[/url] A Frontier ship flew through the sky, operable yet damaged. It made quite a spectacular landing as it crashed into the trees, and eventually settled. A lone pilot emerged from the wreckage, not as hurt as last time, and started to shout. "-blam!-!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, sadness and anger overtaking her. She repeated the phrase, and soon collapsed at the base of a nearby tree. The only thing she had the energy to do was to merely sob. Not once had anyone had been truly kind to her... except for whatever that strange voice was, and it didn't seem they would show up anytime soon. [spoiler]Open to everyone. Comment in how you feel is appropriate[/spoiler]
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19 RepliesEdited by NightBloomsFell: 12/13/2017 3:13:20 AM[b]Snowball fight!!!![/b] [i]It had snowed quite a bit the last few days leaving piles of the stuff literally everywhere all over the dojo. Apparently people were building large snowball forts here and there. Sounds of laughter and snowballs striking house windows could be heard before frantic knocking could be heard on the door next followed by giggling. Then a young boy's voice is heard talking on the other side.[/i] "Come play with us pretty please we need more grown ups on our team for a snowball fight."he says [i]Apparently the boy had been gathering people for the mother of all snowball fights as he had gathered a good deal of people but needed a couple more people. Seeing how more people always made it more fun. The ones that agreed to the fight were all busy building two big snowforts at the moment. [/i] [u]The Teams: Team 1 :[/u] [spoiler]lizzie Akiko Yerin Luka Veena Sylvie [/spoiler] [u]Team 2 :[/u] [spoiler]Xexa Jura Sivath Syrilth Talug Keira [/spoiler]
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7 Replies[spoiler]Question for app users: Is anyone else having a hard time finding this place? Used to just use the "DOJO" tag but that stopped working a long while ago and now it doesn't show up when I search "dojo" I've pretty much only been getting here by tapping on past notifications :/[/spoiler]
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The air in the training rooms stank of the heavy, hot smell of burned leather and plastic, waves of it spat out of the edges of the door periodically, accompanied by flashes of orange light. Inside, a disgruntled looking Cravis was fighting his partner, who was jumping around with knives and fireballs like a more psychotic version of yoda. Needless to say, it wasn't Cravis's idea of a Wednesday afternoon, as he rolled and jumped to avoid attacks, switching between his shields and other equipment to dodge, avoid, and generally not be incinerated by the attacks that came his way as he was pelted by fireball and throwing knives at the rate of a well kept up machine gun. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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36 RepliesEdited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/11/2017 6:40:30 PM[spoiler]When your so groggy in the morning you manage to type dodo three times in the search bar and disappoint yourself XD...(have to search the word Dojo to find this place on my phone) [/spoiler] The rings of the other world 2: mideval era It was turning night, most people were tucked away in their homes while the bars and cafes were handing out their last rounds. There was a peacfulnes looking out into the dark and seeing the occasional christmas decorations adorn through the houses. It was at this time the children were likely told it was time for bed. It was dark and there was little more to do. Though for one, there would be much. While a child slept, there was a creak of wooden floor, yet what was happening was simply terrifying. The wood warped and pulled away from itself, assuming the form of a strange and somewhat haunting creature. It coughed and coughed until a small white stick left its mouth. Chalk? At least it looked like it. "Sweet girl, would you mind walking outside? A door, could you draw a door please?" Being so young the child wouldn't have known any better and walked outside with the chalk the creature gave her. When she looked up, it was gone. She grabbed her coat and on the side of her house she did just as the creature said then ran back inside. A stiff breeze blew by and an oddity, the chalk door moved if ever so little from the breeze. [spoiler]Open. +1 if you get the reference[/spoiler]
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29 Replies[b][u]ZANE VS JASON[/u][/b] [spoiler] https://youtube.com/watch?v=6RXTHR1A6_g[/spoiler] This was it. The semi finals. Whichever one of these warriors would move on to become champion. And for one of them, this would let him keep his streak. As Zane was thrust into the arena, he felt a sense of determination. This was his first tournament without his powers, and he had only his tech and his battle hardened training and instincts. As Jason was trust into the arena, he saw his next target. The champion himself... Well in his eyes, that status would soon change for Zane. He had dealt with the Australian soldier, the tech psion and the man of illusions. It was time to win this. For both of them. As the arena formed around them, they found themselves become hot as the massive rocky inward slopes of a volcano formed around them. Below their feet was a ginormous rocky sheet that was held up by massive steel chains(eight to be exact). The arena was 200ft in diameter, and was riddled with rocks and boulders that would provide the two significant cover from projectiles. In the centre of the platform there would be a massive 40ft in diameter hold that exposed the lava that was six feet under the arena. This would be their playground. Then, Haakon would speak: “IT IS GETTING HEATED MY FRIENDS! Two brave warriors will dish it out in this semi-final tournament. The winner will move on to the championships, and will then have the chance to achieve GLORY! Now...without wasting any more time.... FIGHT!!!!” [spoiler]Three days time. However since it’s the semi-final I may or may not be willing to extend your fight. [/spoiler]
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8 Replies[b][u]THE SEMI-FINALS!!![/u][/b] “HA! Here we are ladies and gentleman! The second last stop of this blood thirsty marathon! Congratulations to everyone who has made it this far, truly! But without further adieu, we must announce the winners of the third bracket!!!” [b][u]ZANE JASON DALE[/u][/b] “And, the loser selected was....” [b][u]FALSE[/u][/b] “Congratulations once again! This will each combatants final fight before the championships! There will be no loser moving ahead anymore! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! Isn’t it...thrilling?! But now....who will be fighting who?!” [b][u]SEMI-FINAL BRACKET ZANE VS JASON DALE VS 13B[/u][/b] “....oh boy. ANYWAYS. We will now also be opening up the betting booth! To summarize, you will bet a weapon of your choice(from your bio) towards the person you want to win(or think will win). [u]IF THE PERSON YOU BET ON WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH[/u] you will get your weapon back...with a mighty fine upgrade. HIGHER RISK EQUALS HIGHER REWARDS HOWEVER. So if you bet on someone who has less bets then other combatants, and they become champion, your weapon will be BETTER then if someone were to bet on a ‘thought to be better’ prospect. You can bet on any one of these people, as many times as you like with different weapons of your choice. However if the person you bet on loses, you will lose your weapon(or armor) as well. HAPPY GAMBLING FOLKS!” [b][u]PLACE YOUR BETS HERE. WILL UPDATE THE ODDS PERIODICALLY. THE PIECE YOU BET MUST ACTUALLY BE IN YOUR BIO. CURRENT FIGHTERS IN THE TOURNEY CAN’T BET.[/u][/b]
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19 Replies[spoiler]https://youtube.com/watch?v=zUcCwuyf2ZA[/spoiler] [b][u]DALE VS 13B[/u][/b] The android was once again teleported into the arena, back into that now very familiar white grid of vast emptiness. This was the semi-final, her last fight before moving on to fight whoever won the other fight. She had conquered a titan, defeated one of the sensei’s sons, and even held her own against the champion, Zane. Now, she would fight Dale, a man who had lost his first match against the unpredictable Bedlam, but came back full force by defeating the warrior Victoria and obliterating the General. The two were capable, but now the question of the day had to be asked... Who was better? The arena would transform, and the smell of the desert filled the combatants nostrils as well as the scent of a musty oaken wood as both appeared on top of their own staircases. As they looked around, they saw they were in an old looking saloon. There were tables, a bar, and what they stood on was a walkway on the second floor.(the arena is EXACTLY like the picture. Dale is on the left side of the pic at the top of the stairs and 13B is on the right at the top of the stairs). And then Haakon would come in with his bellowing voice. “Ohhhhh. It’s an old west showdown here ladies and gents! Let’s get this semi-final match rolling! FIGHT!” [spoiler]Three days. May extend the time depending on replies. That said...just reply. Hue hue hue.[/spoiler]
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123 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 12/11/2017 2:51:45 AM[quote][u][b][i]INSTINCT[/i][/b][/u][/quote] "Yo ho and a bottle of rum~" "No! Pl-" [b]-BANG!-[/b] "Dead." Bedlam leaned on the doorway, sipping from a bottle he had stolen from behind the counter of the bar. [u]Why? We just cleared out a bar for what reason?[/u] [i]It was fun and free drinks.[/i] He tossed the pistol at the limp body before walking back into the main room of the bar, finishing his drink and throwing it over his shoulder. [u]It didn't have to be like this...[/u] Bedlam slowly walked into the middle of the room before suddenly standing still with crossed arms, staring at you as you walked in. "The bar is closed." [i]No, it did. It's in our nature.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Do as you please.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Gonna warn anyone that wants to fight him that he's kinda hard to kill.[/spoiler]
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84 Replies[b]Kaffayyy[/b] [i]Im back bish.[/i] [u]Somewhere inside the Dojo’s hallways.[/u] An overly audible sipping could be heard theoughout the normally quiet hallways. In addition to the sipping, the smell of cinnamon chai tea was strongly present as well. Quincy was relaxing with his back to a pillar, casually sipping his tea.
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24 Replies[b][u]ZANE VS 13B[/u][/b] Zane would once again find himself in the blank arena, as did 13B. The android would find herself going up against the champion, and Zane would find himself going up against an unfamiliar foe. The slot machine would go off, and then it landed on a picture of a chandelier. As soon as this happened, the two would see a massive building construct itself around them. Long tables came up from the ground, horizontally from where they stood. As the room finally constructed itself, it was revealed to be an extravagant ball room. A chandelier hung over the combatants, as they stood on opposing sides of the room. Zane stood at his back wall, while 13B stood at her end. Six long tables would be in front of either of them before the large open space that was the dance floor(so twelve tables total. They are made of wood so therefor breakable, and likely not bullet proof). “SO FANCY! Ha! It’ll be fun to see these two tear it apart! Now....fight!” [spoiler]You should know the rules by now. Time limit is 3 days.[/spoiler]
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21 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 12/7/2017 9:40:18 PM[spoiler]The masts are where those circles are. There is no ballista at the bow.[/spoiler] [b][u]GENERAL VS DALE[/u][/b] The two fighters would spawn in the arena, opposite ends from one another. Both had lost, but both had also come back into the tourney by selection. The two would see the slot machine role, and it would land on a grand ship. As it did, the two felt the ground rock beneath them as a massive pirate ship rose up from the ground beneath them, as did the vast ocean surrounding them. The ships measurements, from what the two could see on their opposing ends(Dale being by the bow side and General being on the side of the stem) that the ship was 30ft in width and 120ft in length. Then Haakon bellowed out. “HA! NOTHING LIKE THE OPEN SEAS! Now, a duel to see which one of these swashbucklers is the best! FIGHT!” [spoiler]you should know the rules by now. You got three days![/spoiler]
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28 Replies[b][u]JASON VS BEDLAM[/u][/b] Both of the warriors would be constructed into the arena, each with the same goal. To defeat their foe, and move on to the semi-finals. The slot machine would roll, and land on a massive green tree. Suddenly the two would be lifted up, as a massive jungle tree was constructed beneath them. It rose and rose, and the two found themselves on top of the tree, and the arena grew and formed, being circular in shape(120ft in diameter). Thick branches would rise around the arena, allowing light to come in but they were so close together that the two wouldn’t be able to escape. The branches would also extend inwards, providing lots of cover within the green stadium. “Hoho! Exotic! Hopefully they tear it to shreds! 3! 2! 1! FIGHT!” [spoiler]you should know the rules by now. You have three days before judgement. [/spoiler]
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15 RepliesEdited by Lordbakon: 12/10/2017 3:12:50 AM[b][i]The Empress' New Clothes...[/i][/b] [b][i]Eris had placed an order for something very special. It was a traditional item to her people, or garment for that matter. Many would expect due to her past, she would despise her 'people', but she wasn't referring to the ones who owned her for many years. No, she meant what many would call 'Werekin', her actual race. When they were hunted down and persecuted and enslaved, many took up the mantle to protect others. They became known as[/i][/b] [i]Valguan[/i] [b][i], Or "Wereguard" in her tongue. They were the ones Eris aspired to replicate, what she had been more or less trained to be.[/i][/b] [b][i]She had a newfound confidence with the new armour and gear. On her legs were metal plates that seemed to hug her legs, a shining silver. The dark purple material similar to her usual black coverings could be seen at the joints, tougher than the usual coverings, though still leaving the toes uncovered with a metal plate on the foot. The plates looked as if they would split apart, and in the case she sifted they would, and reveal hidden extras to make the armour work even then. Around her waist was a purple sash, coming down over her back right side with the symbol of a shield with beast face on it. Continuing, her stomach was bare, dark purple war paint running across it in strange patterns. Her left arm was covered by a large metal gauntlets that covered all but the fingers, the left showing the warpaint again with the hand hand lower arm having a gauntlet as well. Her upper chest was covered by a metal plate, again looking very durable. Many would see the weak points fo the arm and stomach, but with her agile fighting style and enhanced strength and speed it would be hard to hit these spots, plus Eris' enhanced durability and minute healing factor she could survive a stab there. She grinned as she wore the new armour, with a larger knife strapped to her lower back, and a sword that looked like a Falx with a straighter tip was in her hand. She usually didn't show as much skin as this, especially removing her coverings even on just one arm, though she didn't mind it with the pride that came with wearing the armour. She didn't even notice the other person approaching her.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
