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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
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THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
English
#Offtopic
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96 RepliesFar above the dojo, all was quiet, the sun was blazing far up in the sky, and the land, the trees, and the animals all seemed to drink in and enjoy the light and peace. Until, that is, something began to blaze in the sky, something that wasn't a sun. It streaked across the sky and landed at the base of the mountain, and once the dust cleared it seemed to be an escape pod of some unknown make or model. Worrying enough, there seemed to be dried blood around the hatch, like someone who was heavily bleeding dragged themselves in. ((Short post, Open))
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9 Replies[b]Big S sulks around the Dojo. He didn't like his life anymore. He'd seen too much, been through so much bloodshed... He was tired. He was looking for Olivia. She could help him. He knew it.[/b] [spoiler]Open ONLY to Orn. Literally no one else reply to this.[/spoiler]
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2 Replies[spoiler]Short post ahoy because I'm bored and tired. [/spoiler] [i]Sitting in his spot on the Dojo Wall, was Remy. His eyes were looking up at the sky, at the clouds, at the endless blue.. The lad always had found the sky fascinating.. That blue, deeper than even the ocean.. Who knew what was up there? Remy certainly didn't know.. The fairly young man was wearing a pair of very simple clothes: just a plain, tight, mother milk white T-shirt that hugged his muscular physique nicely, almost as if Rem was showing off. Below the shirt was a pair of beige cargo shorts, all of the many, many pockets being closed and stuffed with lots of random shit. Diagonally across his back, in a black leather sheath, was a lengthy, seven feet long greatsword, the steel blade being hidden from sight, leaving only the near black, metal cruciform visible. Remy seemed to be rather bored, really. [/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 11/2/2016 4:28:58 AM[u]God Limiter: Part 2 Home Again[/u] A Day Earlier: "God dammit!" Ama was sitting in the lab running tests on her god limiter project. The failure of finding a material to maintain the perfect energy flow for her device agrivated her greatly. Working with materials common and near impossible to find she ultimately came to a conclusion she was all to unhappy to realize. She then grabs a key she had hidden under her desk and approached a chest. First the key, then a password then a hiss. She pulls out an unusual rifle. "Still needs more calibration but better to bring it than not" She says talking to herself Current day: The next day Ama walks out to the gate wearing a long grey hooded cloak over her usual attire avoiding attention as she makes her way for the gate. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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2 RepliesEdited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/2/2016 3:43:56 AM[b][i]Ghosts of the Past[/i][/b] [i]"Out of the night comes a song that I know Twisted and ruined and black I can remember the people they were Nobody knows if they ever come back Lost in the ashes of time they still sing Echoes of romance gone bad I can remember them better than you I shared the nightmares they had Dead and gone" -Motörhead[/i] [b]Seven Years Prior, Earth, Alternate Dimension[/b] [i]The casket was lowered into the ground slowly, an American flag draped atop it, customary for a soldier. The cemetery was small, a little one a ways away from any town, surrounded by a grove of trees. In the cold winter air, all except the pines bore no leaves, and snow covered the ground in a light dusting. The sky was a bleak grey, snow blowing gently in the icy breeze. The group of fifty-some odd people stood watching, some women crying, some men tearing up, some people's faces contorted into expressions of sorrow. And yet, the fifteen-year-old Jackson Wolfe stood silently, expressionless, as his father was lowered into the ground, where soon he'd be no more than worm food. A grim thought, but even that elicited no tears or sadness from the boy. Shock had yet to subside, it had only been two days before that he had witnessed his father shot down before his very eyes. For two days, he had been holed up in his room, silent, without words, tears, sometimes even thought. It didn't feel real to him, as if it were all a dream, something that he would awake from in a sweat, but the awakening never came. This was real. The winter's wind blowing his hair and nipping at his cheeks and ears was real. He was standing in his black suit, matching black cowboy boots, watching the conclusion of the funeral. The people who had consoled him were real, they had hugged him, telling him some useless piece of advice about moving on. And so, as the casket reached the bottom of the hole, the adults moved off, talking to one another, speaking to his mother, who's make-up ran down her face as she cried silently. Jackson stood back, silently, and only once everyone had moved back, did he go to the grave, and look down. The flag looked back it him, almost a mockery of his father. The same people he defended ended up killing him. They used him. After a moment of silent thought, he too walked away, leaving the grave to be filled in later that day. The adults had all begun to return to their cars, there was to be a dinner that night that he'd be forced to attend. Oh joy. Catching up with the group, he shuffled into his mother's car, and soon the group was headed to his grandmother's house. The ride was silent, solemn. Neither mother nor son spoke to each other, her focusing on the road, him gazing out at the forests and clearings, bare, and glazed with snow... [/i] [b]Outside of The Dojo, Tatakai [/b] [i]Wolfe snapped out of his daydream, blinking rapidly a few times. Sitting atop the hill, he looked out over the Dojo below, and the surrounding clearings, hills, and forests. He came out to be alone and think often. He preferred the calm and silence, it was peaceful. The memories, though, he could live without, but there was no erasing what was. No matter what he willed, he couldn't change the past. And so he lived with it, a constant struggle. Some days, he felt alright, others, it hit much harder, and he avoided people. It was hard to throw one's burdens on others, and it was something Jackson refused to do. If questioned about his behavior, his mood, his tendency to be alone, he dodged it, there was no reason to push. He was coping, it just took time. Maybe one day, the pain would be like the people: dead and gone.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Also, feel free to critique.[/spoiler]
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50 RepliesFor miles around in the snowy mountain ranges of Tatakai you could see a pillar of orange that flower incandescently among the backdrop of sleet and falling power. The Dojo Walls, in all their great majesty, were lined with festive lights and murals of vampyres of pale complexion with blood dripping from brazen fangs. Zombies drawling and moaning in eternal pain, limping across a dark terrain. Ugly and bloated witches with cleft faces as well as boils oozing with puss, cackling as they ride across the blackened skyline under a full moon atop an enchanted broomstick. Spooky scary skeletons to send shivers down your spine. Within the Dojo men, women and children competed for best costumes, dressed deceivingly as ghouls and demons, Dojoville scattered with festive jack o' lanterns and eager trick-or-treating children. And liked through the quaint cobblestone streets was invitations, reading: [i]Come One, Come All, TO THE DOJOVILLE HALLOWS BASH![/i] --- In the main pavilion courtyard, strobe lights and blaring music filled the eyes and ears of all within. Some danced brazenly to the chorus of cheering crowds, some flaunted their impressive costumes, some lurked in the dark corners with refreshments and food to keep them company. Regardless, all there came there for a good time. [spoiler]Welcome to the Dojo 2016 Party! Have fun, everyone! 🎃 👻 [/spoiler]
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74 Replies[b][u]Courtyard A3 | 1400 hrs[/u][/b] [i]Athena was currently doing some training in the courtyard. She had nothing better to do at the moment, so she decided to test out her new upgrades... And the testing was going very well. Eventually, someone stepped up to challenge her. It was almost over before it started. He charged, sword in hand, but she merely grabbed the blade and kicked him in the stomach, seeming him through a wall and probably breaking a couple bones. A few more followed suit, and they all met similar fates. She was nearly getting bored with this.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Fight, talk, idc[/spoiler]
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130 RepliesEdited by Royal Blade: 10/31/2016 1:09:13 AM[b]A beautiful woman, standing at 5'6 walks around the Dojo, smiling and leading everyone on. Her brown hair is long, down to her waist and tied in several different braids. Her body is in a peak physical condition, not to fat not to skinny with a rather impressive figure. She looks at you, her blue eyes immediately reading into you as if you were hers. She smiles, and shows off a set of perfectly white teeth, her face being rather adorable.[/b] https://m.imgur.com/IPqdSYN [b]She brushed her hair back, as the sun shone down upon her face, showing off her eyes. And smile. [/b] "Hey." [b]He voice is crisp, like an ocean wave along the beach and she speaks fluidly, confidently [/b] [spoiler]Open?[/spoiler]
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37 Replies*In the Dojo Courtyard, Mortar and Cyan can be seen walking with each other. Mortar, rather than his normal attire, he is wearing a black suit, a backpack, and a horse head mask. Cyan occasionally flashes him a slight odd glance as Mortar follows her* Cyan: Hey, uh, Mortar, why are you wearing that? Mortar: It's Holloween, and you know that I only went once, and got my gut bashed in with a hockey stick. Please let me do this, okay? Cyan: Okay. But I get ten percent of your candy, okay? [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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135 Replies[b]Ry had woken up that morning, very excited. She had been planning for this Halloween since she heard of it, which was only three days ago. She had bought pounds and pounds of candy, candy of all different types. She jumped out of bed, huge smile on her face. She ran through the hallway, down to the bathroom. She took her daily lava bath, then got dressed in some casual clothes. It was simply a pair of her robes, just less form-fitting than usual. She quickly got to work, putting decorations all over the outside of her ship, pumpkins, skeletons, ghosts, you name it. That took a majority of the day, and Ry was a little tired after all of it. But she had something else she wanted to do. She wanted to dress up. And that's when she changed into her costume. By the time the party had started, Ry waltzed in, all dressed up. Her costume was of someone she thought to be fictional, but she liked the costume nonetheless. She was dressed as the devil. She wore a simple red onesie, and she had sewn a tail to the back of it, a barbed tail. A small triangle on the end of the cloth. She also had painted her face red, as she did with her hair with washable red hairspray. To top it all off, she even found a pair of red colored contacts, and some little plastic devil horns. She even held a pitchfork in one hand, a glass of molten nickel in the other. The nickel was like alcohol to their people, getting them drunk fairly easily. She stood in the back left of the courtyard, waiting for someone to approach her.[/b] [spoiler]Open, my dudes.[/spoiler]
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187 Replies[u]Somewhere amongst the raging party...[/u] *Quincy stumbled around, trying to find something to drink besides alcohol and orange soda/other sodas. Having previously drained a few cans of Crush (soda), he was fairly smashed. The effects of orange soda on Quincy are similar to getting shot with a low tranq. dart.*
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1 Reply[i]I entered the Dojo courtyard, still unnerved by my dreams from a few nights ago. My footsteps went unheard, as the clashing of swords and the abrupt cracks of gunfire echoed across the courtyard. This was a place of Fighting. A haven for those who wished to spend their time becoming the best warriors they could. Anyone who did anything worthwhile? Chances are they spent time here. It's reputation was one that was well-earned. The people that lived here deserved to live here, and those that fought here could proudly say they were among the most elite group of experts of combat in the history of the universe. Or was it universes? It was hard to keep track. Regardless, I continued my trek. Dodging arrows here and there, until I realized I had wandered away from the New Dojo, and into the old Dojo's residences. It was comprised of small cabins organized neatly in rows. Time had taken their toll on these relics. I passed names like Alonfé. There was one that was I was hardly able to read that stated UltimateRobber was the resident of one particular cabin that looked charred and decrepit. I passed Missouri's cabin, with the door wide open. Nothing remained in that old place. All of them were empty, really. Nothing but memories were held in this place. I looked back behind me, towards the new dojo. I had taken a kill from the fighting. I thought myself to be too old to partake in that particular activity. However, I now found myself changing my mind. Maybe I was able to fight. I teleported backto the main courtyard, almost immediately having to dodge another arrow. I was home. This place, this beautiful planet, would remain to be such. [/i]
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6 RepliesEdited by Dain Is Fren: 11/1/2016 2:05:08 AM[b]THE DOJO LIGHTS UP A BRIGHT ORANGE! HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS FALL FROM THE SKY! MAKE HALLOWEEN POSTS! IM NOT GONNA MAKE AN ACTUAL ONE YOU GUYS DO IT! AKA REPLY TO THIS POST WITH WHAT YOURE DOING[/b]
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1 Reply[b][i]Happy Halloween. Mwahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa[/i][/b]
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46 RepliesEdited by NightBloomsFell: 10/31/2016 5:13:49 PM[u]a sister's return[/u] [i]its early in the morning when hovark walks out the woods towards the dojo but someone is following him walking beside him it a woman but you can see her face a you can see is a long black braid draped over one shoulder and bluish green scales on her hands. The woman stands only 5'2" tall when they walk into the dojo serenity is there to greet them giving the shorter woman a hug while wiping away tears. Its clear its someone they both know quite well as the woman's hood falls back revealing a face that looks oddly identical to Leyla's making the woman even more of curious wonder.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler] [spoiler]character intro[/spoiler]
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127 Replies[i][u]Forgiveness[/u][/i] [u][i]The Gates to the Dojo, 6:30 PM[/i][/u] [i]The warm winds rushed throughout the Dojo and it's tall, magnificent buildings and walls as the massive orange sun in the sky began to make its descent, eventually about to set and no longer cover the land in it's brilliant light. Orange leaves fell from the trees that covered the world already, landing onto the ground silently and shriveling up to a crunchy state. Soon, the crunching of leaves could be heard as something, or perhaps someone, began to make their way towards the gates of the Dojo itself. [/i] [i]The figure, was, to say the least, a quite interesting looking person.[/i] [i]The figure walked with a feminine posture, her body slim and tall, standing at a height of five feet and eleven inches. She had bore a pure black fabric dress, while it was decorated with a dark metal that covered her shoulders and chest. Her hands were hidden away by obsidian black gauntlets, her hands simply simply hanging at her sides as she approached. While her dress hid away her legs, the tips of black metal boots could be seen under the fabric as she walked towards the entrance of the famed place of fighting. Her head was hidden away by a decorated steel mask, with several symbols and engravings within the surface of it, while two viper-like slits were present for eyeholes for whoever bore the mask.[/i] [i]Only two items hung at the black leather belt that the woman had wrapped around her waist. The first was a white and finder fabric talisman, which although it radiated with holy energy, it also had a dark presence to it as well. The second was a black handle to a katana, the grip wrapped around with thin layers of leather. There appeared to be no blade to the weapon, as if it had simply vanished.[/i] [i]The woman stopped right outside of the gates leading into the Dojo. How would they react? How would she react? It had been thirteen years since she had spoken to some of these people..she expected the worst to occur.[/i] [i]The woman sighed, before raising a fist and knocking four times upon the wooden gate leading into the Dojo.[/i] (Open. Perhaps this is the beginning of a plot...Kehahaha!)
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27 Replies[b]Mad Dash // Dojo Halls // 11:23 AM // JT the Cowboy. [/b] [I]How the actual hell did it come to this? Sprinting through the halls, or rather stumbling through them, was the cowboy out of his armour, and not exactly in a very good state at the moment. He was stumbling and tripping over himself, a whiskey bottle in hand with a strange, green bubbling liquid contained inside as he sipped it, visibly looking to be more and more blasted by the hour as he managed to finally get drunk, for the first time in what felt like forever. You see, a close friend of JT's spiked the drink and ran off with his wallet as a little joke, so now he's frantically running through the halls, drunk as all -blam!-. ((Open :P))[/i]
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119 Replies([i]Refuge Island, ???)[/i] *A boy runs from a destroyed village. A couple dead bodies laid in the street; all that was heard was the embers of fire, and of a faint screeching of...well, something.* *The boy continues to run through the ruins, hoping to find somewhere safe. Instead, he ran straight into one of the beings that had destroyed the village; a Shocker combat man.* "Eee!" It said, throwing the boy into the wall. It brought out its baton and was about to beat up the poor boy, when... [spoiler]Open to all.[/spoiler]
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78 Replies[b][i]Hard Times[/i][/b] [b]Inside the Dojo[/b] [i]Wilson's Vertibird sat in one of the courtyards, the aircraft's cargo spread out and displayed, an enticing lure for anyone looking to pick up a weapon. However, living accommodations in the craft were suitable for only one individual, and that person was Wilson. For Jackson Wolfe, silence and cleanliness were much more in-line, and so, he had set about procuring himself a home in the Dojo. This place was new, foreign to him. Unlike Wilson, this was his first prolonged stay in the Dojo, and he had few of the privileges that the Courier had. And so, after loading himself with his normal combat gear, he set out to speak to someone, to get a home and be allowed to duel, should the issue arise. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. He also supposed it wouldn't hurt to get out and meet new people. Most of those he had seen were unrecognizable, aside from Riley. The others, at least from what Wilson had told him, were likely from after the time of Venom Incorporated; or had little to do with it. Those that knew were likely not the fondest of the company or Jackson's father, but he knew better than to bring certain things up. The armed assassin was not a strange sight amongst the other formidable warriors, but he was certainly noticeable. There was not a pride to his step, no cockiness, his movements did not exaggerate a thing. He was silent, and perhaps to those he did not know, cold. Many avoided him, his appearance not particularly inviting, some, perhaps, because they knew his father. Either way, it did not matter to him. He was not there to cause trouble. He was not his father.[/i] [spoiler]Open, if you want to meet Wolfe.[/spoiler]
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467 RepliesEdited by Chesh I Guess: 10/30/2016 6:37:47 AM[b][i]Amaterasu[/i][/b] [b][u]Dojoville Pavilion, Midnight[/u][/b] [b]There were brisk steps as the small figure rounded the corner, sweat beating from her forehead as she gasped for air... Everything ached... Everything burned... Her lungs tore and writhed as she gasped for air. Her black hair clung to her head as the rain beat down...[/b] [b]She pushed against the bodies of people, tripping them and causing them to stumble, some even cursing as she ran... Such a small child clearly didn't belong... [/b] [b]She wanted to stop and just give in... But she knew what was waiting for her if she did... [/b] // [i]"Target moving towards cafe... Stay on approach..."[/i] [b]Five... Five figures sprinting across the courts, plowing through people and running across roofs as they moved in pursuit of their target, their red mechanical eyes bearing murderous intent... Their lithe bodies snaked through the crowded night streets in quick succession, intent on their target...[/b] [b]Each one was well armed, four blades, stealth combat gear, rifle, and two handguns... The perfect team for hunting a dangerous girl...[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/me6Ze0c[/spoiler] [b]One swerved and slammed into a strange blue being before continuing towards the sim room, another melding into the rain as his cloak engaged, another pushing towards the open crowds, the other two taking to the roofs once more...[/b] // [b]She could feel her strength waning as she cut a corner, the tears streaming freely now, but no sobs escaping her... Not that you could tell in the onslaught of water...[/b] [i]"Hey you!"[/i] [b]No. Don't stop...[/b] [i]"Hey! Why are you running?!"[/i] [b]They were close.[/b] // [b]One, two, one, two... They could see her now. Bright orange sweater and pink skirt... Small shoes, and bright blue eyes.[/b] [b]One pulled his rifle and took aim, the silenced shot slamming into the back of her leg.[/b] // [b]She fell, head hitting the ground with hard thud, her eyes flashing a dazzling purple for a mere second before she whimpered and stumbled back to her feet. [/b] [b]Funny how survival could make pain vanish...[/b] [b]She limped, limped as fast as she could into the back entrance of the closest building, a bar.[/b] [b]She stumbled through the spotless kitchen, coating the tiled floors with mud, water, and blood...[/b] [b]She quickly found a food cabinet and slipped inside, pulling her knees close as tears streamed down her red cheeks... Blood pulsed in her head and her lungs burned...[/b] [b]They had seen her go in... They had seen her...[/b] [i]"Hey!"[/i] [b]Suddenly the doors swung open and a large man with an apron stared down at her, at first in anger, and then in shock. He had never seen a shivering, bleeding child with eyes full of fear. He quickly ran a hand across his shiny, sweat covered bald head.[/b] [i]"Hey... It's okay... I won't hurt you. Just tell me what's goin-"[/i] [b]And then in an instant, his eyes rolled back into his head as his blood sprayed across her, the black knife in his neck twisting until his life was snuffed out.[/b] [b]And then... She screamed... She screamed with a newly invigorated power, her eyes clamping shut, turning puffy and red... They were here... They had found her...[/b] // [b]The scream carried throughout the Dojo courts, a scream for help, as the bar filled with the sound of gunfire. People tried to flee as the five assassins open fired on all the patrons and cleared the building, returning to the girl hidden away like a cornered mouse, aiming their guns at her as her cries for help pierced the night air.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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14 RepliesEdited by Royal Blade: 10/31/2016 1:57:37 AM[b]A man approached the gates, sniffing the air through his helmet, obviously not wanting to take it off [/b] [b]He knocked [/b] "Grant!" [spoiler]Sap![/spoiler]
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181 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 10/31/2016 1:34:50 AM[b][i]The return of the Northern King[/i][/b] Rorek sat atop a small stump within the dimly lit grove. A low breeze blew through the dark orange leaves of the autumn trees. The cold weather sent a small shiver down his spine as he sat cross legged on the brown stump. But, he was keeping himself in the air. So that his bottom would not touch the stump. He kept himself up only using his ankles and sweat began to flow down his brow. The white haired scar faced man walked around him. Putting his cane, which had a pommel of a white wolf, ahead of him before he took each of his steps. The cane crinkled the leaves, annoyingly so. But he watched the boy as a coach watches his team. Keeping an eye on his form. "Boy! If you can't keep yourself elevated, it'll be difficult to endure a merciless foe!" [spoiler]For Zane[/spoiler]
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1 Reply[b]NEWS UPDATE! October 30, 2016[/b] Hey everyone! Thought I'd let you know that we are gunna be doing a monthly update. So basically anything you've added to the dojo(locations, buildings etc) will be added to the sister threads. Also, if you have any critique, concerns etc etc let me know! PM this account with everything.
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Edited by Royal Blade: 10/31/2016 12:22:30 AM[b]Epic Fail [/b]
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298 Replies[b][u]The Wanderer | Dojo Gates[/u][/b] [i]Alister... Alister. Alister! ALISTER![/i] The last thing he remembered was seeing the boy he sought to protect being smashed brutally in the back of the head by a sword's pommel. And then the world was set on fire. ... With a gasp, the man wakes up spread-eagle outside the Dojo Gates. A heartbeat after, he rolls forward to his feet and looks around, one hand on the mechanical katana sheathe at his waist. "ALISTER!" The man's apparel was quite peculiar. A long black leather overcoat draped past his knees, with ceramic shoulder pauldrons and joint guards placed upon the coat. At his waist was an Oriental scabbard modified by machinery near the upper half, holding such things as a napalm barrel and a gun trigger. The two other items of note were the ornately engraved Mateba revolver and a runic gas mask - all equipment strangely reminiscent of... [i]him.[/i] He looked around frantically, hazel eyes wild as sweat dripped down his weathered Asian skin. Long, black hair was matted wildly in a mess under a wide-brimmed hat of the same colour. His age was indeterminate, possibly around mid-thirties to early forties. But all of his features made him an oddly similar, yet older, version of the Old Lieutenant. But it couldn't possibly be him... Could it? Silence. He looked at the large gates of the Dojo, easing his grip out of slight awe and fear. "Are these the Gates of Hell?... No, no get a hold of yourself. Believe in monsters, not the fantasies of men. Find him." He finally let go of his sheathed blade's handle. His coat sleeves were rolled up, revealing lean arms riddled with slashes and bullet holes. The smell of brimstone wafted through the air. Blue fire sprang from each wound, searing each laceration and bullet hole shut with a sickening smell. The man rolled down his sleeves as he looked around for anyone in sight. The madness in his eyes faded to a simmering charcoal of composure, a flame hidden amidst the ashen facade of calmness. The sickening scent stopped. It couldn't possibly be him... [i]Could it?[/i] [spoiler]Open to all :)[/spoiler]
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39 Replies[b][i][u]Not All Heroes Wear Capes[/u][/i][/b] [i]Location- Winra Islands[/i] [b]Royal, Robo, and the 9 guards are dropped off in the middle of the Winra Islands[/b] [b]they see some men in nothing but a cloth to cover their butt and crotch [/b] [b]they all have spears and are talking in a weird language[/b] [spoiler]open to Royal[/spoiler]
