([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]

[spoiler]my go at a boss rip[/spoiler] [b]it was a normal day in the dojo, that was. There were hardly any clouds, the sun was out. Such A day is rare due to the proximity to the ko rudo mountains. then a cloud of black dots started to Form over a wall in the dojo. It's clumps up and transforms. In the middle of the dojo stands Two massive, aged copper doors. Surrounded by candles and a dark room. Only small orange dots that flicker like sparks in a fire's last moments, the dark room looks round but thats not certain. Its obviously a boss, no need for that to be drawn out.[/b] [quote]open [/quote]

[u]After all of these days of psychopaths and murderers killing shit, a nice day has finally arrived in the midst of it all. The sun shines down from a bright blue sky, small white clouds comparable to cotton floating lazily through out the sky. At the local orphanage all of the kids are outside, playing on the swing-sets and round-a-bouts as gleeful screams and laughs of joy ring out throughout the playground. Across the street at the pet store people happily are buying cats and dogs, taking them home to a loving family. As this all is happening, a man walks down the street wearing nothing but tight skinny jeans, dark aviator glasses and a bandana that pulls back his brown hair. Around his mouth is a brown mustache and goatee, trimmed with seemingly over-excessive care. His body is strange to say the least, rippled with muscles that would make a professional wrestler jealous. On his hands are fingerless gloves with steel plates screwed onto the back of his hands, most likely to make it easier to punch people and break their everything. As he looks around, he smiles before speaking in an overly manly voice that echoes throughout the whole street.[/u] "[i]MAN, THIS DAY COULDN'T GET ANY -blam!-ING BETTER! MOTHER-blam!-ING BIRDS CHIRPING, BLUE SKIES, NO CLOUDS AND THE SUN SHINING! I ONLY KNOW ONE THING THAT COULD MAKE THIS BETTER![/i]" [u]With a grin, an even more muscular figure appears behind the man that looks almost exactly like him, but a bit older. In the ghostly figure's arms are two massive rocket launchers, each labeled in bold but crude writing "Nukem". With a smile, the figure yells out once more.[/u] "[i]EXPLOSIONS AND SENSELESS VIOLENCE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH![/i]" [u]With a slight "poomph", the two rocket launchers are fired as their payloads fly in an elegant arc, one landing at the front of the pet shop and the other in the middle of the playground. In a split second, a bright flash followed by a deafening "boom" is heard throughout the city as two small mushroom clouds spiral up in the decimated remains of the playground and the petshop. Bits and pieces of flesh rain down and splatter on the ground in pools of blood as dust and smoke flood the area like a breathless cloud, shrapnel raining down with the smoke. Standing in the middle of the street unharmed by the twisted wreckage is none other then the mad perpetrator of the crime, Russel Explosion High-Five Flexington Torgue. A wide smile across his face, he inhales through his nose as he smells the chemicals and the smoke of burning flesh and wood before breathing out of his mouth in a relaxed explosion. A small disembodied arm bounces off of his chest with a splatter, but the shear muscle mass of his body prevents his skin from rippling whatsoever.[/u] "[i]THAT WAS REALLY -blam!-ING BADASS, ME! YOU DESERVE A MEDAL FOR SHEAR BADASSITUDE![/i]" [u]He takes a small sticker out of his pocket and places it on his chest, the small words reading "you're a super STAR!" With a small cartoony star smiling at the onlooker.[/u] "[i]TODAY IS A GREAT DAY! I WONDER WHAT ELSE I SHOULD MAKE MORE BADASS![/i]" [u]He starts to frolic through the blocks of destroyed buildings and structures as he somewhat daintily dances without losing his footing.[/u] [spoiler]OPEN AS -blam!- MOTHER-blam!-ERS![/spoiler]

Gunslinger // Dojo Gates // 11:59 AM // Marshal JT. The scorching ball of gas and plasma that was the sun had been sending its heavenly rays down onto the soil of Tatakai, which in turn illuminated the entire hemisphere of the world that was facing it. Though the hat atop JT's head managed to keep the sunlight away from his eyes in rather blinding quantities, and the absence of light allowed quite the shadow to be cast over his face, which consisted of sun kissed skin, with two cyan blue spheres called eyes inside the head and a nice red beard of stubble, which was dyed brown to fit his cowboy image. JT's duster flew behind him slightly as a light breeze zoomed past his well built body, but he didn't move an inch from his spot as he waited. For who was he awaiting? The ballsiest man he could have ever known, or the one with a death wish. The clock read eleven fifty nine and JT was eagerly awaiting high noon to arrive, because that would mean his enemy wasn't going to show up in the most barren of courtyards, and that would also mean a bullet wasn't to be wasted. But that was a wish that would go unfulfilled as soon as a man in a black vest walked through the area, one with a white shirt tucked into his brown pants and a black desperado's hat atop his head. He had not a modern revolver like the Frontiersman was packing, instead he carried a Colt Army Revolver from the days of old, it was single-action compared to JT's double-action but it was still just as effective. Either man stopped when there was a fifty foot gap between the two, and either gunslinger just gave off a stare that would send chills down the spine of any who watched. When it came time to draw, the small bell in JT's head chimed like it did every day at twelve o' clock in the afternoon. Either man gripped the pistol at their hips as JT's bionic arm held the comfort grip tightly, as the other man was just beginning to wrap his fingers around the gun. By the time JT had been pulling it up and cocking the hammer of his weapon, the figure he faced had just barely managed to get his finger on the trigger of the gun. And when JT looked down the barrel of his gun, he saw why the man had challenged him, for he had been pulling his weapon faster than any gunslinger on Tatakai had ever been able to see. One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots, six shots. JT fanned the hammer with the speed of a bullet using his thumb, to the point that the gun was barely given any time to shift around inside. When each of the .44 shots flew out from the smoking barrel of his gun, they each propelled into different limbs of the body. The first two slammed into the hands of JT's opponent, the third into the solar plexus, four and five rendered his kneecaps useless, and six embedded itself into the cranium of the man, which sent him stumbling backwards as the bullets staggered his body and forcibly made him collapse as the last bullet hit. And so JT holstered his revolver, turned, and addressed the crowd behind him. "You all chose to risk letting a bullet travel through me and hit one of you? Smart choice, 'cause I don't take bullets." ((Open for interaction. Fight, talk, whatever :3 ))

[spoiler]A prelude for anybody semi-interested in my mini-plot. It WILL have side-quests/bounties, and it WILL reward with some loot.[/spoiler] [b][i]Unrested Souls[/i][/b] [i]Prologue Tatakai, 0000 hours Saturday, October 31st "All Hallow's Eve" Midnight, the day of Halloween. Most people say Halloween is a childish activity, knocking on doors for candy. Rather, it is a festival, to celebrate the marking of the transition between life and death; and a wonderful day for witchcraft and necromancy. As the minute hand struck the twelve, it was finally All Hallow's Eve. A loud moaning resonated throughout the entirety of the land, through the lush grasses and mountains of Ollimand, echoing in the Byoki Desert, audible over the winds in the Ko Rudo Mountains, yet it was loudest at the Tatakoi Plains, home of Tatakai's worst wars, and second to loudest at Graveyard Island, home to cemeteries and bodies. From the soil, wisps of what appeared to be smoke arose, hissing loudly. A tension filled the air as these wisps entered rotting corpses of dead humans and animals, who were long buried underground. The soil cracked at Graveyard Island, hundreds of thousands of hands sticking up above the dirt, and the dead began to rise. At the Tatakoi Plains, the wisps took residence in animals, making them rabid and more wild than they were. Sitting on a boat, speeding towards Graveyard Island, was Alyssa. Her light brown ponytail blew wildly in the wind, her gauntlet-covered left fingers tapping quickly on her left thigh, fingering a violin piece. Her prosthetic arm gripped the steering wheel on the speedboat, a smile on her thin lips. It was finally All Hallow's Eve, the day she'd been studying for for years, ever since she first started reading up on necromancy and other, darker stuff. She wanted to see if what happened on this famed day was true; and indeed, it was. Jumping off the boat after arriving at the graveyard-clustered island, her feet hit the sand with a thump. Alyssa was dressed in rather different attire than usual; a tight, black shirt, and black combat pants in addition to black combat boots. A three foot long and inch and a half wide, steel blade was sheathed at her left, her New Magnesium prosthetic recently polished. Alyssa roamed further into the woods of Graveyard Island, which was eerily silent. It was dark, the light of the stars long forgotten. Alyssa constantly looked over her shoulder, on the guard. Suddenly, a low growling was heard from behind Alyssa, and as she spun, she was met with a rotting, old, masculine corpse, holding a massive axe. The corpse stared at Alyssa with empty eye sockets, lifting the axe with ease, and swinging downwards on her head. Alyssa quickly drew her steel sword with her prosthetic arm, holding the blade above her head. The axe collided with the steel blade with a loud clang, and Alyssa strained to keep her arms steady. She moved her sword downwards with the axe's downward momentum, and redirected it to Alyssa's bottom right, the blade of the axe striking the dirt. Alyssa quickly thrusted with the sword into the corpse's abdomen, executing a perfect parry. The blade impaled clean through the corpse's spine, and it silently stumbled back. However, even with its spine shattered, the corpse raised its head, continuing to stare at Alyssa. She screamed, turning around to run; before she was met with ten more dead, rotting corpses. Gritting her teeth, Alyssa ran, back to the shore, and onto her speedboat. She floored the acceleration pedal, speeding back off to the dojo. She arrived hours later, dawn just over the horizon, the clear sky slightly tinted with pink. Alyssa ran through the dojo woods, arriving at the gates, panting and out of breath. She had to share what she'd just experienced, for it meant that the prophecy in that old, excuse for a book was true.[/i] ((Open for any questions about my mini-plot.))

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([i]Outside the Dojo gates...)[/i] A woman stared at the gate, her powers in hand. She had currently had a grey shirt on, along with khakis and boots. Her black hair was in a ponytail, and she had a backpack on her back. This was Keira, Kara's younger sister by two years. She simply wanted to be like her sister became and all , waiting for the gates to even be open, while mumbling, "Where are you, Kara?" ------------------------------------------ Velinnea simply was bored, closing her eyes while ordering some food from the bartender, as she continued gulping drink after drink, weapons in their holsters. [spoiler]Both are open; Talk, Fight, plz don't kill them.[/spoiler]

[i]Flashback:[/i] [i] A younger Lance of sixteen was going at a training cylinder with pegs sticking out at all angles. Hit one peg, it would go to the right, hit another, it went to the left, and the idea was to keep it centered by redirecting your own attacks. Hand smacked here, forearm there, shin there, and so on. Sweat poured down him in waves, soaking the black t-shirt and shorts he was practicing in. He'd vowed two days ago that he'd never wear white again after what he'd seen, and Jonathan thought it a good idea. Jonathan Rorik, the man who's Dojo he was training in. The master swordsman of the 23rd century, and probably the most well known one of that time period. It was chance Lance had stumbled across him, but he was glad. Even if he had to pay for it, he was getting the training he wanted. The bandages around his chest didn't fail to remind him of it.[/i] "What do our minds control?" [i] Rorik spoke up, circling Lance as he practiced the Kata on the peg dummy.[/i] "Our body!" [i] Lance yelled, sending a shin into a peg, redirecting the dummy with a forearm.[/i] "What do our bodies control?" [i] Rorik questioned, a hint of a smile playing at his aged face. Even at fifty, he was the best swordsman around.[/i] [i] Lance slapped a peg to the side, sending a foot right after it.[/i] "Our enemies!" [i] Rorik nodded, stopping beside Lance as he continued to slap and block, punch and kick pegs away. [/i] "And what do our enemies control?" "Jack shit when we're done with them!" [i] Lance yelled, punctuating by sending a forearm into a peg, splintering it and sending it flying across the floor. Rorik grinned, nodding his head. [/i] "Couldn't have said it better myself." ~~ [i]Present Day:[/i] [i] Lance stood in the branches of one of the tallest trees he could find inside the Dojo complex. He was at least fifty feet in the air, and the branches wavered in the wind, but didn't bother him. He was a peculiar sight, if he was seen. Funny how seldom people tended to look up. A shadowy figure dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans, standing among green leaves and brown branches. He mainly just liked the height, the feeling of precariousness and chance of death at any moment. It has a certain appeal to it. His eyes wandered over the Dojo complex, in hopes of finding someone interesting. That was much of his life nowadays, looking for interesting people. So far he'd met Damien and Alon here, not for the first time, but they'd been around and they were the most intriguing thing happening around there. If only he could meet someone new.. [/i] (Open.)

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[i][u]Fury[/u][/i] [u][i]Dojo, 9:30 PM Titanslayer Olivia, Daughter of Dragonslayer Ornstein and Blue Flame Nora[/i][/u] [i]The cold, howling winds of Tatakai rushed within the Dojo, the freezing temperatures dropping even more as clouds covered the moonlit sky, hiding away the gleaming crescent moon and the stars of the cosmos far, far away. Snow began to fall from the heavens slowly, the white particles hitting the frozen ground at the end of their travels. It was close to winter, to those that resides within Dojoville and the Dojo itself, and snow had already begun to fall. The coming sign of a blizzard, to some.. But to one girl, it didn't matter. Barely anything mattered to her at this point. She was broken. Alone. With barely anything to stand by or stand for, with nothing holding her rage back. In short, she was beyond pissed. That girl was Olivia. [/i] [i]The knightess trudged into the Dojo, slamming past the wooden gates as they creaked from how hard she has pushed them. Olivia was clad in her favorite suit of shining armor, the only one she legitimately cared for: the Dragonslayer Armor, a type of armor that her father once wore into his battles. The golden metal gleamed brightly in the darkness, bright red rubies decorating the breast plate of the armor and shining just as much as the gold, while hardlight shields covered the majority of the armor itself. The helmet was a masterpiece itself: a growling lion helm, the teeth bared in a hunger for apparent violence while also serving as a visor for Olivia, as two electric yellow eyes full of embarrassment and fury could be seen within the helmet's interior. A bright red plume protruded rom the back and completed the helmet, as a type of decoration that caught the eye of those nearby. Olivia's physique seemed rather fitting for her knightly status, it seemed. She herself stood at six foot six, which was shorter than her father and brother Nathaniel but still somewhat impressive. She wasn't fat nor skinny, yet a little bit of both, as she did have some muscle mass from training and weightlifting. She wasn't burly or truly muscular, but was still physically strong. [/i] [i]The knightess didn't bear any weapons other than her personal favorite: a seven foot nine inch long cross spear, the gold and steel metals gleaming, while the tip was covered in a thick dark liquid, possibly blood or something of the sort. In fact, Olivia was quite bloody herself: her left knee had a deep gash within it, and a massive gash went from the right side of her waist all the way up to her right shoulder. She didn't even care for the blood that found its way out of her body: she was just too angry in general to do so. [/i] [i]Out of some random outburst of absolute anger, the knightess suddenly tore off her own helmet, throwing the metal to the barren concrete ground and screaming a yell that sounded as if her very vocal cords were being ripped to shreds by it as the helmet bounced and scrapped across the ground. Olivia went silent after a moment, finding a place to just sit down and rest. An iron bench, within the Dojo. It was...well, suitable. The knightess plumped down upon the bench, holding her head in her gauntlet's palms as she fell silent. Her dark red hair fell to her shoulders, while her slightly tanned skin illuminated the cold night. She was furious at the world. Furious at losing battles against her dad's old friend. Furious at the fact that she was treated better than her own allies. Furious that she had been manipulated by some Chosen Undead, to... No. She couldn't think about that. Not here. Not now. No one could know about what had happened last week, and that was that. Olivia continued to stay on the bench, finally leaning against its metal structure and looking up at the clouded sky with electric yellow eyes, a look of sadness on her young face. Did she need help? Someone to talk to? Hell if she knew. In her mind...she just needed some time alone.[/i] ((Open. I think. So this is basically Olivia at her worst, Lmao. Thanks, Wehb! Also, don't even tell me how many errors there are, I was in a hurry, plus I really don't give a shit.))

[b]Frisky hangs on one of the many trees in the Dojo, hanging upside-down by the tops of her bare feet. Her cherry-red hair swings back and forth, falling from her shoulders to the open air. Her eyes scan the horizon, red, just like her hair. Her sleeveless, white shirt falls from her, but stops right below her chest, seemingly held up by an elastic band built in to the shirt. Her black shorts also slip down wards, stopping just at the very tops of her thighs. She swings back and forth every once in a while, she was clearly bored.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[u]spiders, spiders everywhere[/u] [i]something is driving all the spiders in surrounding areas out of hiding places everywhere. In every size imaginable crawling out every place its freaking out a lot people. A lot of it gets blamed on mia. But its not her doing though. But mia is standing outside her house listening to several people complaining at her about it. her arms crossed as listen to the group people complaining at her. "Why all the spiders freaking out all over the place." Says the man "This isn't my doing"says mia "Yes it is your the only one that has control over them."says red haired woman "And i just told you that its not me doing it!!"says mia Mia is starting to get very mad. She just goes back in to her house and slams the door in there face. The man starts beating on the door again but mia doesn't answer. She honestly doesn't know what is going on cause has never happened before to her. But she just sits down on the floor next to the door as she listens to the man as he continues bang on the door. Mia puts her head in her hands not knowing what to do. But she doesn't come out of her house as more angry people gather outside of her house. Mia doing her best to stay calm as can hear the angry voices talk outside. "She is nothing a but nuisance with those spiders" "Yeah she cant even control them." She justs there waiting for them to leave there words hurt but its not her doing [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]The New Arrival | 0800 hrs[/u][/i][/b] [i]The sun was just starting to shine over Dojoville. The air had a chill to it. There was a relative silence as the people of Dojoville were mostly still sound asleep in their beds. This silence was soon interrupted however. A small ship, most likely just a drop ship, darted through the sky. It landed in front of the gates of the Dojo. A lone woman stepped off, shivering slightly at the cold air.[/i] "So... This is the fabled Dojo. Doesn't look like much." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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[b]A woman sat in the middle of the Dojo, snatching at the air, at seemingly nothing. Her red hair swayed back and forth as she snatched at the air. Her eyes were a little glazed over in her drug-fueled haze, but maintained their redness. She wore a white, sleeveless shirt, and black shorts. Grenades jangled at her waist, attached by seemingly nothing. She looked a little... Insane, frankly. That, or drugged out of her mind. Probably both.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Finale[/u][/b] [b][i]BIG S YELLS AS HE BREAKS FREE, AND MAKES ANOTHER SWORD FROM A PEICE OF HIMSELF! HE WAILS ON THE BEAST WITH IT! Chunks of dark dusky blood flow out of each massive slice, and chunks of dark meat fly across the village to explode into particles of twilight. The Legion fire with their explosive rounds, which results in GOLIATHs arms to be skinned from the explosions and burnt. Then, a figure, now out of his WL8 armor, fired a large pressure blast at goliath His blast blew the night coloured skin off of him,revealing the dusk coloured muscle underneath. Olivia only cackled with murderous intent as a Sunlight Spear of pure electricity formed within her left hand, the orange electricity sparking within her armored palm. The girl's maniacal laughter picked up as she reeled back, and chucked the massive bolt towards Goliath's head. The bolt flew straight through the mountainous creatures mouth, completely blowing off its lower Jaw and sending blood flowing down across Tesutos shoulder. Tesuto raises GOLIATH in the air, and began to separate his blades from one another across the beasts chest. The Titan roared in pain as Tesuto stretched out his massive stomach with the two katanas. Then, after enough strain, Tesuto splits goliath in two. Blood falls across the red robots armour like dark yellow paint as the one top half flies across the village and down the mountain as the other half falls straight into an inn, exploding into twilight particles and fading away. The armies of twilight have been defeated.... But the massive wall of twilight has not stopped moving. In fact, a purple colour tints it as the wall seems to be pulsating and growing unstable. Whatever Zane is doing. He better get it done fast. [/i][/b] [spoiler]End of boss battle. Olivia has been awarded the "Titan slayer" title.[/spoiler]

[u][b]The Fell Arts[/b] Alon's Apartment, Dojoville 4:53AM[/u] [i]Dreams are... powerful. To a mage who rules through emotion and his mental fortitude, dreams are a major catalyst to all his powers. But one doesn't simply dream... for to get to the end of life, you must walk through hell first. Alon, shirtless and wearing only his sweatpants, lay asleep on the floor of his apartment. He had only the energy to change out of his cloak, too tired to ex-quip; and even then, he had simply collapsed on the floor. It was not his preferred sleeping platform, mind you, but he had no trouble falling asleep. The fitful dreams that followed, though, were not of his desire... [/i][quote]"Everybody, get back!" [i]The soldiers yell as if in unison, the staccato cracks of gun fire and the bass that is the explosions filling the air. A grenade had been tossed, seemingly, and Alon had heard it through the comms. The team was having a tough time in there... The swelling anger inside him, like a raging ocean, threatened to overflow. Attempting to stand, he moved to do so when the sound of armour plates clacking reached his ears, reminding him he was at gunpoint.[/i] "I'm fine... they aren't. They need me in there." [i]The soldier just shook his head. [/i] [u]"Sir, we are under strict orders to keep you here. You're a threat to both our team and the mission."[/u] [i]His words were shaky, the sound of screams rising in pitch through the comms. It was clear the team was in more of a threat than they could ever imagine. Finally, the break in the clouds; a shining light on Alon's attempt at action.[/i] [u]"Men! We've secured Python! Send him in; we need help evacuating!"[/u] [i]The women's voice was full of static, gunpowder drowning her out. Little did they know that they had only lit the fuse to something so terrible... With an evil grin, akin to pure malevolence, the mage stood. Before the soldiers could move back, they felt a strangely dark aura pushing them back. Although, they didn't raise their guns. In their eyes was only fear. ~~~ Chaos. Absolute -blam!-ing chaos. The mage entered the warehouse, the enemy overwhelming in numbers; nature had already whipped up to something intense, winds upwards of 100km/h racing through the huge area. The dust and sand from the dunes came with it, and as his flaring cloak signified his entrance, the soldiers, friend or foe, stopped a moment in fear. With a mighty roar, the mage snapped. Winds carried sand fast enough to suffocate and skin those alive who stood in it. Blades of air and ice eviscerating bodies left right and centre, icicles the size of trucks impaling dozens of men at a time while hoisting their bodies up into the air. Fire, so much fire; mind-numbing explosions only added to the hell that he had created. Chunks of gore and meat, blood and skin, tossed around like tumbleweeds in the burning hellhole that was the warehouse. They had all evacuated, by now; the foolhardy enemies stuck by their orders to stay and fight the imminent threat. And Alon? He didn't give a damn. The rising emotions of anger, fear, hate, all boiled up into a moshpit of power. So much, he didn't know what to do with it. He took a bullet; one, two, three, five. But he moved on like a robot, destroying [u][b]EVERYTHING[/u][/b] he saw. He couldn't control the twisters of fire, the vortex's of hell. At this point, he couldn't even control himself. The worst of it all was the fell arts, or elder magic, he used. The shadows bent to his whim, the very darkness of his soul feeding the power of these attacks. The orbs of darkness seeped into their foe, exploding from within them in the most painful death possible. Other orbs simply expanded quickly, biting out a whole chunk of their body before sucking it into oblivion. Some exploded, sending the now dead men flying across the room. Dark purple fire touched at those who came close enough, consuming their mind and driving them insane. Some had it easy; Alon raised his hand, and their souls flew from their body, the empty shells dropping dead. All of it was the mage, though. 1000, 2000, 3000 men. Against one. In his final moment, the mage stood in a dome of ice thick enough to protect him. Screaming aloud, he pushed his arms outward; the room instantly combusted, blades of wind carrying almost plasma-like heats outward in every direction killing everything. The blades of wind sliced anything in half, the temperatures melting people alive. It turned the warehouse into an oven, yet turned up all the way to the temperature of a star. Finally, as the smoke cleared, the room was silent. Ashes fell from the ceiling, the eerie calm horrifying. Bodies hung in pieces from the roof. Blood littered every object. The smell of burning flesh clung to his nostrils. As the mage collapsed from exhaustion, he started to cry. Cry for hours; in the little spot of untouched floor, the charred circle he stood in a symbol of his deeds, he sobbed. The woman who had called him in came and put a hand on his shoulder. Words were exchanged, and feelings were shared. But in the end, nothing would ever console the mage. As one who preached life, he finally realized that all he brought was death. [/i][/quote] ~~~ [i]With a start, he awoke. The series of dreams... the sequence in which they came random. He hated it. The mage got up groggily, covering his upper body with a shirt. Training. The mage needed something to keep it off his mind. Silently, he walked out the door in normal attire. The cold never bothered him anyway.[/i] ~~~ [i]Climbing up past the Dojo in it's forestry setting, he settled near a village, just outside the view of peeking eyes. He'd sprinted all the way up, his breathe coming out slightly harder than normal. It'd been a while. Slowly, putting his hand down to the ground, he transmuted the earth beneath him into solid rock beams. Hoisting them on his back, he kept adding more and more and more. Eventually he held enough that would crush any man, but he held it with not just his strength but determination as well. Grunting, he stormed up the hill in front of him, running it up and down. Next, swordplay. The trees up here were thick and tall, the boreal forest he had settled in a wonderland of snow and dream-like centurions of the land. Standing tall, he picked the thickest tree; and with a flash of light, his 1.5m claymore, Ragnell, appeared on his back. Drawing the heavy golden blade, his muscles surfaced as his arm strained with the familiar weight. Raising the blade up he let out a feral warcry, hacking and slashing at every tree in his range. With dancing swipes and powerful lunges, he worked away at the trees with a fury unparalleled, allowing all his emotions to run free in a destructive manner. Cries and grunts escaped his lips, the sound being drown out by the consuming silence of the forest. His feet glided on the deep snow, his step light despite the weight of his armament, and his sleeveless shirt didn’t faze him in the below zero temperatures as his body felt like it was on fire inside. Crashing down, many trees fell under his powerful swordsmanship, and with one final slash he finished another off as it groaned, collapsing under it’s own weight. Panting, the mage leaned on his sword for support. He’d been at it for more than an hour now, his lips smiling with satisfaction. Collapsing in the foot deep snow, he let the crystals cool his skin and calm his flurry of emotions. The night was but just a memory to him; then again, it was always the memories that bothered him. Sighing, he rose from the ground. Checking his bionic again, the full arm prosthetic shown off in all it’s sleek, gunmetal grey glory in the sleeveless top, he allowed the sword to dissipate in the light that consumed it, flaking away like flower petals into the air. The smell of brimstone filled the air as his mind raced again. He wasn’t anything special. He was nothing more than a boy pretending to be an adult. He was useless; they’d all die in the end. He was weak. He was alone. He was hypocritical. He was stubborn. And worst of all, there was nothing he could do about it.[/i] [b]GODDAMN IT ALL!!![/b] [i]Thrusting his hand outward, the tallest tree around was engulfed with the haze that brought the smell and exploded into millions of splinters. The bits of wood shattered like glass rained from above, the haze having forced it inward to the point that it couldn’t go anywhere but out. In a plume of fire, it had combusted and exploded. Standing strong, he looked down with shame. His emotions had gotten the better of him. He really was just a kid, and there was nothing he could do about it.[/i]

[b][i]Unrested Souls[/i][/b] [i]Chapter One Dojo Courtyard, 0300 hours October 31st "The Unrested Souls" Gathering in the courtyard were dojo members of all kinds, and in front of the crowd was Alyssa, forehead drenched in sweat. Three hours had passed since the phenomenon had occurred at Graveyard Island, and Alyssa had spent the time gathering dojo members. Finally, as the crowd fell silent, Alyssa spoke.[/i] "The day All Hallow's Eve Falls on the sixth day of the week A great evil shall arise And only the strong shall claim their prize. From the ground, the fallen shall wake Their corpses neither weak nor fake To execute the Witch's will, They shall climb from Goldner's Hill. The seas shall turn red All the wildlife has fled And after all Seven have finally bled The sun shall rise again." [i]The crowd was deadly silent after she finished the prophecy she had read from her tome, and Alyssa stopped for a moment, before speaking again.[/i] "This might all sound like a child's ramblings, but I've seen the undead rise from Graveyard Island. Believe me, don't believe me, it's all the same; but if you need me, I'll be over at Goldner's Hill. Tatakoi Plains." [i]With that, Alyssa turned and walked away, out of the dojo. She whistled, and from the horizon a flying steam train soared besides Alyssa, coming to a stop besides her. She entered the car, looking back to see if anybody was following.[/i] ((Open.))

[u]location: in the deeper unexplored of the woods.[/u] [b]time: just past midnight.[/b] [i]its very late at night when something comes streaking through the skies over the dojo leaving a trail of light as it breaks through the atmosphere it pieces of it break off the main body of as it flies overhead leaving a trail of debris in its wake as crashes in the woods in a section that is unexplored. It crashes loudly making a very loud boom as it hits the ground. A dim light is seen above trees where it landed. What is it exactly is unclear. Sylvie just so happens to be awake when she her the loud boom she opens the door to mia's house and looks towards that strange light wondering if she should explore the crash site. She then turns to see the clearing full of debris that on fire.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]The man in the suit crept through the Dojo, being careful to avoid citizens and members. He peeked around a corner and unfortunately made eye contact with someone.[/b] Shit! [spoiler]You are the "someone". OPEN[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Oi, sorry I've been inactive, but been dealing with crap.[/spoiler]

Im leaving this clan due to the fact that it's not active, these "activities" that are clan related have not come into play. Not very user friendly like I'm 371 having to solo everything bec this clan is not help, can't get past the siege engine guess who comes and helps?u guessed it no one. What happened to creating a raid team with your clan members? (This doesn't apply to everyone because there were people that helped and actually use the clan for recruiting ppl for raids i respect that),but for the rest of the people in the clan why even be in a clan if You don't appreciate it. So thanks but not really! good bye

A man of average height and a slim build walked around Dojoville, his light blue hair clings low to his head in a low number of large spirals. He looked around, fixing his thick rimmed spectacles that his black eyes looked out from. The man wore a blouse buttoned to the side of his chest and a pair of band patterned trousers. Most only knew him as Ghiaccio, a simple man with an odd style of clothing. But nonetheless no one bothered him with anything. Held in his hand was a paper bag which contained a sandwich. Turkey, Ham, Tomatoes and Lettuce to be exact held together by French bread. A simple orange cat approached Ghiaccio and he looked at it with disgust. It most likely wanted his sandwich. Using his free hand he picked up the cat and walked to a space between two houses, away from the public eye. Ghiaccio threw down the cat on the ground and punted it to the wall with all of his might, which was surprising from someone as thin as him. It got a shriek from the orange cat but nonetheless Ghiaccio kicked it in the ribs again with a loud crack. He kicked it over and over again, torturing the cat and its ribs were beyond broken. After a short while of kicking the cat laid there, dead and Ghiaccio was satisfied with himself. He did not get away Scott Free though, as a young girl saw the whole incident. Rather young the girl probably did not know the concept of death yet and asked in a naïve tone. "[b]What did you do to my cat Mister?[/b]" She asked Ghiaccio, curiously. "I sent it off to a better place little girl. You can join it too if you want to." "[b]O-okay mister.[/b]" She said, approaching Ghiaccio. The blue haired man walked behind the little girl and slowly a icicle formed in his hand, 3 feet long. Placing the sandwich bag down and gripping it with two hands he rammed it through the girls neck, it erupting on the other side of her throat. She quickly collapsed on the ground, dead. Ghiaccio let go of the spear and grabbed his sandwich bag, exiting the private space and continuing his peaceful walk. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Part 3[/u][/b] [b]Goliath roars as the red lines seem to crack across his body like glass. He opens his hands in pain, dropping his blade which Tesuto bats to the side. The red lines continue to crack and fracture and a blood red liquid seeps out of it and smells of gas and shit in a blender. The lines completely explode across his body like a Dam bursting. Sending Olivia flying down. Luckily, Tesuto raises his hand to catch the woman, breaking her fall shortly. He lowers his hand to the ground, allowing her to get off as GOLIATH falls to his knees. The beast is weak, and he swings his arms around like a blind man as he can't find his blade. Tesuto stands up from the ground, and picks up his blade. Then, Tesutos blades spark to life with electricity. He runs GOLIATH through with both of the tower sized katanas, and lifts the massive beast off the ground by the blades. Tesutos knees bend as he lifts GOLIATH up and up, till the night coloured creature is above his head. Open for attack. [/b] [spoiler]Big S is free. Everyone is free to do intense amounts of damage to the beast.[/spoiler]