[b]After many months, Zane has finally returned from his quest. The twilight has been stopped, and has merged with the dojo realm, allowing both to coexist. He sighs as he walks up to his old grave site on the top of the mountain, and sits down, resting against the tree[/b] [spoiler]Open for interactions.[/spoiler]

[i]Dojo Courtyard // 1200 // Zachary Chandler[/i] [i]Standing in the middle of the courtyard as the clock struck twelve was Zachary Chandler, a dojo newbie. His jet-black hair was combed back neatly, his bright blue eyes scanning the courtyard analytically. His full lips were pursed, slight stubble on his square jaw. He was young, around twenty, decently muscular however built for a hundred yard dash. The man stood at five ten, with a slender build. He wore slim, blue jeans, and a simple, white t-shirt that was neither tight nor loose. Gripped tightly in Zach's right hand was a three foot long, inch and a half wide base, silver straight sword of New Magnesium; a metal as light as aluminum and as strong as titanium, which is indeed a real metal. His slender violinist hands wore a pair of worn, leather gloves, to protect his hands from callousing. Standing a few yards in front of Zach was another man, Ylon. He was out of his usual armor and without his usual greatsword, his artfully messy, scarlet hair matching his red t-shirt. His own eyes were a stunning orange, his cheekbones shallow with an angular face in contrast to Zach's more square one. Ylon stood four inches taller than his opponent at six two, his right hand wearing a steel, painted red gauntlet, which gripped a sword similar to Zach's in size, yet was made of titanium. His shoulders were broad, and the straight sword was rather small for him, as he was so used to his great sword, however he had switched swords for the sake of this duel. Ylon smiled at Zach, who smiled back only halfheartedly. Zach lifted his sword, and Ylon followed suit. All was silent in the courtyard, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. That was when a cold breeze blew through the courtyard, blowing a rock into the wall of the courtyard with a resounding crack. Both Zach and Ylon rushed forward, however Zach was faster; Ylon had only taken three steps before Zach was on top of him, picturing a quick, diagonal slash from top right to bottom left. Zach raised his sword to execute this, but Ylon was much more skilled in swordsmanship, and swiftly lifted his own sword up as Zach began to deliver his slash, his New Magnesium sword clashing with Ylon's titanium one. Ylon redirected Zach's sword to his own bottom left, the tip of Zach's sword striking the dirt. Ylon raised his sword, and brought his sword vertically downwards to Zach's back. Zach pushed himself forwards, his superior speed getting him out of the way of Ylon's heavy attacks. He spun, two feet to Ylon's left, gripping his sword tightly in two hands as he aimed a now horizontal slash towards Ylon's left arm. Ylon gracefully turned ninety degrees and blocked with his blade, a loud clanging of metal on metal resonating through the courtyard, Ylon's grip on his sword and his muscular arms remaining firm and steady. Zach swiftly brought his sword away from Ylon's, spinning the other way to deliver another horizontal slash, which was blocked, again, by Ylon. This time, Zach used the momentum of his previous swing to continue himself in a shoulder charge towards Ylon, ramming into him. Even thought Ylon was much larger, Zach's speed and quick acceleration was enough to make his opponent stumble back, off balance. Using this, Zach's face remained stony as he lifted his sword, pointing his blade towards the off-balance Ylon and with blinding speed, Zach's chin was above Ylon's right shoulder, the tip of his New Magnesium blade just touching Ylon's Adam's Apple. Ylon's eyes widened in shock, and wasn't sure if he hadn't recovered in time or if Zach was just that quick; regardless, he raised his hands, dropped his titanium blade, disbelief clear in his orange eyes—he was so sure that his skill as a swordsman was greater than Zach's. Zach pulled away from Ylon, sheathing his sword, and faking a perfect smile.[/i] "Well fought, sir," [i]He said truthfully, his forehead beaded with sweat; he had been dueling for five years now, and was still getting used to the fast-paced, action packed thrill of a swordplay fight. Not looking for a conversation, Zach turned away from Ylon, his fake smile disappearing immediately as Ylon walked away, his head hung low in disappointment.[/i] ((Open for interaction or duel.))

[b][i][u]A past refusing to stay put[/u][/i][/b] [i][u][b]Dojo Arena, Underworld simulation, 8:00 AM[/b][/u][/i] *The sky in the arena is dark; Darker than it is outside, which is already pretty dark from the sun being hidden by the clouds and mountains surrounding the Dojo. Inside the arena Mortar fights a familiar hooded figure, one who has been seen by many of the elder members. She wears a brown leather hood over her face to prevent her identity to be seen, and wields two daggers, one an icy blue color, seemingly giving off a soft blue glow, the other a greyish brown color, small embers dotting the outside of it. Punch after punch, stab after stab, they don't seem to be stopping anytime soon.* *That is, until someone runs into the arena, puffing slightly when he finally stops* Man: Mistress Cyan... We have a problem. *The woman quickly hears the man and ducks when Mortar throws a punch at her, then flips him over her, sending him into the dusty ground under him* Woman: Hold up Mortar. What is the problem Elliott? Man: Well... How can I put this... You know the stories you told us of the guards that chased you throughout your life because your father thought you were getting too strong? *The woman suddenly stops in place. Her eyes widen under her hood and her face grows slightly paler* Woman: Yes, I'm well aware of them... Man: Well, uh, they just came through and killed no less than twelve members last night. Woman: Of the Dojo or the Exiled? Man: Exiled, ma'am. *The woman quickly looks at Mortar before turning back to the man* Woman: Call the Exiled here. They want war? We'll give them it. *The man nods and he runs out, still puffing slightly* [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]Speedweed Guarantee.[/b] In the courtyard with the cherry blossom tree because fück me I can't remember the number, stood Ghiaccio. A small layer of frost covered the entire courtyard on the rather chilly day. The sun was hidden behind large, dark clouds. The temperature around the light haired man was oddly cold...-10° Celsius to be exact. But he wanted a fight...no killing of course. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

Yakama Indian Territory, Washington State, 1388 Snow was everywhere, falling in thick clouds and blanketing the forest floor in a spectacular show of pure white. Yet, Kaiyiya Hilaku saw nothing but his prey. A massive elk trotting through the underbrush, shaking leaves and branches alike with its massive antlers. It was massive, and would feed Kai's family all week. He moved easily in the branches he was perched in, pulling his bow off his back and nocking an arrow to the bow string. The goose feather fletchings grazed his cheek as he drew the bow back, the muscles in his back and arms moving smoothly with the familiar action. He sighted on instinct, because one didn't simply aim with a bow. Satisfied with himself, he let the arrow fly with a "twang," the missile flying rapidly through the forest environment, unimpeded. It struck the deer halfway down its body, and instantly collapsed. Straight through the heart, and a perfect shot. With a smile of satisfaction, Kaiyiya jumped from the branches and landed gracefully in the snow, not making so much as a whisper of sound. Making his way to his kill, he unsheathed the Bowie knife from his hip. A simple pleasure, and a gift from Lance himself. It made Kai's life a lot easier when it came to skinning kills. Crouching down next to the deer, his faithful companion Luna trotted out of the brush and sat next to him. She was his backup plan in case he missed..he was rarely in need of a backup plan. As soon as his blade met the deer hide, he felt a familiar pulling sensation, like his being was being ripped through reality. Kai sheathed the knife and groaned, turning to Luna. "Lance is gonna owe us a new kill, isn't he Luna?" His companion simply growled in agreement, never one for dimensional travel. Moments later, the two were pulled through time and space to god knows where, leaving 1388 Washington and a perfectly good elk behind. https://imgur.com/a/6vh4K ~~~ British Coastline, 750 A.D. "Get those oars and sails ready boys!" Captain Bjorke Fallöran yelled in his booming voice to his crew, who were rapidly getting his ship Wolfwind ready for launch. He was currently running with a chest of valuables over one shoulder, watching arrows thud into the dirt to either side of him as he hauled towards his ship, which his crew was lowering the ramp to. "I thought you Brits were supposed to be a good shot?!" He called taunting, but not daring to look over his shoulder. It had been a successful raiding of Britain's coastline, where most of them had gotten back to the ship with their loot. Yet, the ever reckless Bjorke chose to stay and grab one more chest, a chest that he'd heard contained something invaluable. Which had led them to the situation he was in now, having arrows fired at him by British archers. Bjorke finally made it up the ramp, stumbling and sprawling across the deck with the chest hitting the wood and sliding, arrows still being fired and thudding into planks around them. The crew had gotten the ramp up in what was record time, sails unfurled and oars working to get them off the coast. A few short minutes later they were out of range, and Bjorke was clapping men on the back for a job well done, while most looked like they'd just rode the worst rollercoaster of their lives. "We made out like bandits today didn't we boys? Well, I suppose we are bandits." Bjorke said with a booming laugh, surveying their prizes. Jewels, wine, tapestries, furs, and many other valuables. Yet, the real prize was what was in the chest he'd almost gotten turned into a pincushion for. He knelt on the deck, undoing the latches when he felt a familiar tugging sensation. "Dammit Lance!" He yelled, turning to his second in command, Jarlak, as he felt his hands fade into time and space. "Whatever is in this box Jarlak, sell it!" He yelled, before being dragged into the fabric of reality. https://imgur.com/a/zwU6r ~~ Cairo, Egypt, 1800 B.C. She'd been waiting in this guy's house for an hour. She was tired, sore, she wanted to slit his throat and be over with it. Talia Dendara was currently perched in the rafters of an Egyptian nobles house, knife out and ready to put the blade in the guy's throat. It was a curved blade, similar to a Khopesh but smaller and dagger sized. The Pharaoh had put her up to this, and as his personal assassin, she couldn't very well refuse. She'd never had problems with being one, but situations like this made her wanna put her knife in the Pharaoh's throat. She was perched In an awkward position among the noble's uneven rafters. A noble who was under suspicion that he was planning to usurp the Pharaoh's throne. It was all rumors, but when the most powerful man in Egypt told you to stab someone, you asked where. She was waiting for him to get back from an evening of drinking, so when he came stumbling in covered in wine there'd be no fight. The issue was she was doubting if he'd ever come home, because she'd been sitting there for an hour and her legs were cramping. A thud interrupted her thoughts and made her readjust her grip on her dagger, signaling the arrival of her target. The man came stumbling into his main room, covered in wine as expected. Dressed in silks that didn't do much to flatter his..overflowing frame, Talia could do nothing but shake her head. There was nothing royal about this guy. That didn't matter though, it wasn't her call to make. As she dropped from the beam, holding on by her hands, she felt her body ripple and being tugged. She growled, Lance really had impeccable timing. She dropped to the floor without making a sound, but her hands she could see were already fading. Attempting anyway, she lunged at the man's neck with a wide slash, only to be interrupted by being transported into another dimension. https://imgur.com/a/Pq2vr ~~ The three warriors from their respective times and places were all thrown from their homes, into the land of the Dojo. Kaiyiya and Luna, on the border of the woods. Bjorke, on the beach. And Talia, the edge of the desert to the South of the Dojo. None of the three knew the others were there, but who would be the first to greet the displaced arrivals? (OPEN AF)

Above courtyard A2, a loud [i]Crack![/i] was heard and was followed by a slipspace rupture which yielded a small, smoking, and damaged craft, which spiraled downward into the courtyard, and crashed, miraculously missing the tree and cardboard box The craft (for those who had known either faction) was an NTR sparrowhawk fighter, painted black with a white arrow insignia, the emblem of the Arrowhead smuggler crew The cockpit was shut, and it didn't seem like it would be able to be opened easily...... ((Open))

[i](Khalosh, Ollimand)[/i] "Tracking last known location of Torsion Beam Device...6 possible locations around Khalosh. Best suggestion is to go down through the sewers; possible location could be there." A technician told the assassin, who's katana was up against his neck. "Thank you for your service." The assassin said, before slashing his throat. Her, along with hundreds of other troops had arrived at Khalosh, the void key still strapped to the woman's belt, as they start scavenging an old safe house for anything of value. The sound of gunfire from Immortal hands is heard across the area. [spoiler]Open; call this the longest character intro here.[/spoiler]

*A man with green powerarmor walks in* Anyone wanna have a go at it ? [spoiler]Open to anyone who wants a friendly battle[/spoiler]

[b]Val walked up to the gate, yawning as she itched her ear, her cat like figure standing slightly off-center as she waited.[/b] "Yo, I'm here to be tested and stuff." [b]She seemed bored.[/b]

([i]Shi Canyon...)[/i] *The sounds of explosions rock the place, as a group of bandits burn rubber from a Mothership, and a few MG trucks after them. They seemed to be carrying something the Immortals wanted, as a glowing object in one of the bandit's hand started to shine from the sun.* "Come on, man, we have to move faster!" The bandit yelled, as the sound of a RAPS drone is heard. *The vehicle exploded, as the object flies out of the bandits hand near a rock, as the VTOL landed, the MG trucks providing cover fire, as a female assassin came out with two Goliaths in support.* "This is where Seraph said it was..." The assassin replied, whispering "Now...where is that void key?" ([i]Meanwhile...)[/i] Zera, herself, was simply meditating in the dead of night, her sword up on some sort of mantle and candles all around her, as she seemed to be in some sort of meditation. [spoiler]Both are open.[/spoiler]

[b][i]City of Khalosh: 4:21pm[/i][/b] [i]Works and Smaug flew their ship into the olimund country. The green texture alone making up the majority of its appeal. Upon the horizon, they see a massive grey city. As they get closer, they see it is in complete tatters. Skyscrapers are cut in two, building are burnt to the ground. The smell of blood and tears fills the Smug air around them. As they land, they see thousands of men and women struggling to survive. For this was the twilight realm where Magnus, lord of darkness, was trapped. It seems he has gone, but not without leaving absolute devastation in his wake. Smaug and Works exit the ship, and move into the war zone.[/i] [spoiler]for tubbs.[/spoiler]

Yo can you post where we go for testing

[b][i][u]Insert Unrelated Joke Here//1100//Dojo Gates[/u][/i][/b] [b]The night was calm. A bright moon hung in the sky, the millions of stars glittering gently. A slight breeze was blowing, ruffling the vegetation. Lights glittered up from below the mountain, the lives of everyday people coming to a close for that day. A small new star twinkled to life in the sky. It burned red, but was just a pinpoint in the vast cosmos above. But it started growing. It was brighter now, you could actually see faint shadows on the ground. People emerged from their homes as it brightened more, it's light bathing the land in red. It was no longer a mere pinpoint. It glowed like a small sun, ominous and beautiful at the same time. Then it broke atmosphere. It was immediately clear it was no star, but some kind of laser beam. It landed on the ground before the Dojo, pointed at an angle. A bright bead of light slithered down it from far above, like a zip line. It slammed into the ground, plowing forth into a small hill, burying itself partially. The laser faded suddenly, only leaving the glowing crater, plunging the world back into the usual dark of night. The ground hissed and cracked as it cooled from the impact, leaving only the mysterious vessel, all alone, half buried in a hill.[/b] [spoiler]Open, intro.[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Undisclosed Location[/u][/i][/b] [b]There he stood, in front of the door to a forgotten love. The change she had under gone was still unknown to him, though he heard stories. He refused to believe them, he had been searching to long to lose hope now. He raises his hand, placing it on the door, contemplating whether or not he should knock at all. [b]He sighed heavily, remembering the green dragon they had fought. And so he knocked, The man known only as Royal having fallen in love, fought her. The door was answered, and one solitary word escaped his lips as a woman looked at him, shocked [/b][/b] "Yuria..." [spoiler]ORRRRN [/spoiler]

[b]The man in the suit, the one by the name of Jonathan Barker, but this was just an alias, stood in the center of the Dojo. He had been seen, and was now cornered. [/b] Aw shit. [spoiler]OPEN.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Peace.[/u][/b] [i][b]The wall of twilight shook violently and vibrated as if a massive being was coming to hit it head on. But instead, a purple essence coats the dark dusky wall of twilight. It covers the twilight like a curtain. It melds with the twilight, as if it’s being mixed into some sort of strange concoction of magic. Then, the color begins fading away from the top of the sheet of purple, revealing the bright night sky of the world as the stars shine brightly unto the ground. The curtain of purple continues to fall like paint being washed from a wall, until it reaches the bottom and no more is left. Walking out from the previous twilight, and into the village, the slender and peaceful creatures of twilight. They look at their hands, still the color of night. But they look towards the sky, and smile. Soon they cheer, for they seem to now have the ability to live in the land of light. Then, massive land masses begin to descend from the sky. A large city descends to the east of the dojo woods, Castle dusk descends into the furthest north point of the dojo mountains, and other masses land around the world fall slowly from the sky. The beings of twilight continue to cheer, and move in to talk with the creatures of light. Whether it be about them apologizing, or simply sharing their joy, the world does indeed share in their happiness. From the Ko-Rudo mountains, massive winged beasts can be seen flying from the center of them, Dragons. They fly out into the sky peacefully as a few fly across the dojo and towards new lands of Tatakai. The dojo quickly receives reports that the giants of the Gelidius desert have risen from their graves in the sand, completely put together like they were thousands of years ago. The friendly giants have already started to build without a second thought. Any beasts of twilight remaining have run away from the dojos grounds. Whether it be to regroup or simply die, no one knows. The souls of those of light trapped within twilight return to dojoville, cheering upon their entrance. A small boy with the features of a scarecrow plays his flute with joyful and fun music as the twilight and light intermingle truly for the first time in history. The Twilight is gone. The people of the realm can now live within the world of the light. The souls of those lost within the dusk have been restored. The long dead beasts of ancient Genocides have returned, and the world is safe once more. But the story never TRULY ends there. There is always rising conflict. There will always be people who seek to do harm in the world. The peace will never really last. And the dojo? Well, it will do as it always has.... Get right in the center of it.[/b][/i]

[i]Dojoville // 1350 hours // The Rosegold Sisters It was a rather nice day; partly cloudy, with a cool temperature of 73°F. The sun was shining on Dojoville, with massive, puffy white clouds bobbing in the bright blue heavens. Birds were singing, cicadas buzzing, crickets chirping, as white-spotted deer roamed the outskirts of the village. The trees swayed in the cool breeze, the grasses lush and green. A truly beautiful day to be alive. Entering Dojoville was a recently made woman, at age eighteen, with olive skin, straight, shoulder length, brunette hair, tied in a ponytail, and rich, golden eyes. She had high, yet shallow cheekbones, thin lips, and an angular face, with a small, perky nose and round ears. Her clothes consisted of a loose, button-up, beige shirt, the topmost button undone, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. On her legs was a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and leather combat boots. In the pockets of her jeans were multiple black ballpoint pens, tips facing down. The young woman turned around, a smiling playing at her thin lips, to three feminine figures behind her.[/i] "Em! Vi! Mar! We're finally here!" [i]She called out to them, breaking into a grin. They'd travelled a long way to this place, the dojo, famed for its warriors and as a place to train and develop skills.[/i] ((Open! Intro for the Rosegold sisters, consisting of: Jacqui, Violet, Emily, and Marcia, controlled by yours truly, Cthulhu, Wehb, and Ornstein.))

*sees the news update* Congratulations!

[b]I was finally in position. I could finally do it. That bastard would pay for his crimes. Every. Last. One. All the murders. All the raids. All the stealing. All the slaving. All the... All the other things I don't want to think about. What he's done to Alice, what he's done to the NCR... What he's done... To me. All of the things, he would pay! I'd kill him! He stood there, all smug in his metal, Roman-style armor with the spikes on the shoulders. His metal, red-plumed helmet with the weird beard on the bottom. His ballistic fist was on, and I knew it's name. Caesar's Weight. If I wasn't trying to stay silent, I'd laugh. Caesar was dead. The Courier who helped us so much in the Mojave killed him. If I ever found that Courier, I'd give him a goddamned medal. The men that the Legate had killed with that weapon was hundreds, maybe thousands. The weapon on his back, a red gauss rifle with painted-on skulls wearing NCR helmets was haunting to me. He's shot me and many others hundreds of times with it. Far as I know, I'm the only survivor of a direct hit. Everyone else was torn to shreds. I was lucky I had reinforced my armor for my first assault on the Legate's previous camp, back in Denver. I try to forget that day, but I can't. No matter what. I look at him through my scope, settling on his red hunting revolver. He stole it from a Ranger, Ranger Thomas, I think. I'll get that gun back, and bring it to his grave back in California, the Boneyard, specifically. His wife'll be happy to know I killed the Legate. And that's what I was gonna do. Kill him. He was polishing his large, scrap metal sword. I was lucky he was out at his little hideaway, a small house just outside Dojoville. I took aim at him through my silenced, .308 sniper rifle. I'd left my .50 MG rifle back at my room in the Dojo, with Alice. I looked at him through the scope, point it at the middle of his chest, and pull the trigger. It was as if everything was in slow-motion. I saw the bullet travel through the air, heard the whistle, heard the squelch as it barreled into the Legate's chest. It was like I'd just taken a dose of Ultrajet. The Legate fell out of his chair, off the porch of the house. I knew he wasn't dead yet, though. It'd take a lot more than that to kill him. A damn lot more. I put my rifle back on my back, and unholstered my Riot Shotgun from my hip. I load it a barrel of fletchette rounds, just slightly armor piercing. I sprint up to the porch, my brown coat rustling against my NCR Ranger Combat Armor, the two-headed bear of the NCR on both shoulders. My Ranger number, 86, was painted on my chest. I had jeans, reinforced by a ballistic weave, rustling against themselves. My brown boots pounded the dust, all the way up to the steps. I had to play this safe, or the Legate would kill me. I knew he had AP rounds already loaded. He always did. I'd been monitoring him for the past few weeks. I slink around the side of the dusty, wooden porch, right into where the Legate would be at. And there he was. He was standing up, and had his ballistic fist raised, ready to strike. Too bad for him I knew a technique, one where o could knock him down with a shotgun blast. I squeezed the trigger around seven times, knocking him down, and also punching a few holes in his armor. I put a foot on his chest, and put the shotgun on his elbow.[/b] "Time to die, you murdering psychopath. I'm going to make you suffer. I took out your guards hours ago. You have no help here." [b]I pulled the trigger, blowing blood, shards of bone, and pieces of flesh fly everywhere. The Legate screams, hot blood streaming from his newly-created stump. He held it into the air, yelling out in pain. I moved the shotgun barrel to his hand, and forced it to the ground. The Legate was no longer screaming, but still clearly in pain. I pull the trigger, blowing his entire hand off, sending it in a couple hundred directions. More hot blood. I was happy about this. He deserved it. He deserved everything I was about to do to him. It was then I felt a heat approaching my back, then a searing pain, and I'm sent flying forwards. I land several feet ahead, and I know my back is bleeding. Not fatal, but it'll scar and hurt like hell. I climb back up from the ground, and look back. It was the Cursor. I knew nothing but his face. He wore Praetorian Guard armor. I pulled my revolver from my hip. I took aim, and bang. He was dead. Head popped like a water balloon. I walk back over to the Legate, who had been injected with a stimpack, probably by the Cursor. The later Cursor, that is. I holster my revolver, and retrieve my shotgun. I walk back over to the Legate, still bleeding from my back. I put the shotgun to his left knee. I pull the trigger. Say goodbye to your left leg, you bastard. Did the same to the right. I put the shotgun to his chest, right where his heart is. I pull the trigger twice. Blood spurts everywhere, coating my front in a red rain. I knew he was dead. I had basically exploded his heart. I then pull the barrel to his head, and pull the trigger many, many times. I'd reloaded twice when I stopped. There was now a red puddle where his head was. I put away my shotgun, and began my trek to the Dojo. I was bleeding more and more as a walked, and breathing began a hard task. Half the way up the stairs, I coughed blood. I walked the rest of the way, exhausted and bleeding. I collapsed just inside the gates, too tired and too little blood to continue. My vision began to blur... I knew I needed help...[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

Im a girl in this roleplay.. *walks into the dojo in my short skirt and sits down in the corner of the room while watching all of the men train*

Lol

If you're expecting a rant from me, you aren't getting one, rather an apology. I've been... Noticeably worse, getting cockier and generally more of an asshole in these past months, and I would like to genuinely apologize. Sketch I'm sorry for the insults, Vio and Orn I'm sorry for the exclusivity remarks and jokes, Wehb I'm sorry for generally being a dick, and to all others, I'm sorry for just... Well, ignoring you. I say I'm tired of exclusivity yet I ignore one liners, the irony there is kinda funny, but back to my main point. Wehby, no matter what I'm bitching about, I've never held a damn thing against you. Orn, we rarely fought but for the times we did, sorry. Fell, I'm sorry for never replying and for causing a bit too much shit in fights with excess force. Vio, I'm sorry if I ever insulted you or did anything to piss you off, like bitch at you in chat. Emp, I'm sorry for the times I've threatened you or done anything against you. Meta, I apologize for the bar thing. It was classless of me. Atom, I'm sorry I didn't reply to you more often. Dio you Holy Diver, I'm sorry for getting frustrated at out fights and not responding, good idea with the Riders by the way. Asap, sorry for the times we argued, like about Big S and Celin. Hak, I'm sorry for just being a dick in general to you. To all the aforementioned people and others that I failed to mention, I apologize sincerely. Maybe one day I'll come back, maybe not, depends on peoples thoughts on me. This is JT speaking, its been a good run but I take my my leave. I'm sorry, and goodbye.

[b]Ice Cream and The Cheese Song.[/b] Around Dojoville rode a bright blue and white ice cream truck which played its repeating tune. It had some Italian words for ICE CREAM on its sides and a holographic menu to show what the truck had in stock. Children from all around gathered around the truck and whoever was driving it was rather generous today, freely giving away ice cream and leaving children satisfied. In the drivers seat of the truck was...Ghiaccio? Apparently he got out of his coma a bit early and was more...generous now. He was singing a bizarre song with his handsome voice. "Pizza Mozzarella! Rella Rella Rella Rella! Pizza Gorgonzola! Zola Zola Zola Zola!" That was literally the entire song. Clearly Ghiaccio must have been high on drugs or something...but hey, free ice cream. [spoiler]Open. This is to just chill and hang out. I seriously don't want a fight here.[/spoiler]

[i]Card burst into the bar, hands tucked into his pockets as she made his way over to the bar, taking out a cigar and lighting it as if in routine.[/i] "Whaddya have?" [i]He asked the bartender, kicking his feet up onto the counter, completely oblivious to the stares of other people who were staring at him. The bartender replied, and he nodded slightly.[/i] "I would like a beer. Specifically a gold, if you have it." [i]He took another puff, glancing around at the crowd.[/i] "What? I'm just tryin to get a drink." [spoiler]Open to all; fight, talk, arm wrestle, idc[/spoiler]

Congrats ASAP and Sketch! *Cris in corner*

([i]Inside of the Arena, Tokyo Simulation)[/i] Both Kara and her younger sister Keira was sitting down on the bench, admiring the Japanese skylight, cherry trees blossoming in the background. The two had their equipment, Riders handy, and an urge to fight someone. "I miss Japan. With all its blossoms and all...the amount of people I met here. This power...is basically representing some of the heroes of Earth." Kara says to her younger sister, who was staring at all her Rider cards. "If only..." she replies.[spoiler]Open if anyone's bored and wants to fight them.[/spoiler]