[b][u]Pilot[/u][/b] [b]Dojoville Gates[/b] Gee, middle of nowhere woods, mountains. Wouldn't be surprised if I met Jon Snow at some point here. I swear this place better not just be a medieval festival full of HEMA professionals, Kenshiro thought to himself walking along the trail. His helmet displayed a HUD featuring the temperature at a cool 56 as he took the opportunity to remove his helmet taking in the fresh air. It had been 30 minutes prior to arrival and he was closing in on a large structure, hopefully civilization in his case, maybe a friendly one in that matter, but he continued. His attention came to distraction, as he inspected bushes while mimicking the movements of Connor Kenway from Assassins Creed III as he childishly grew bored, finding ways to entertain himself. It got to the point where he started developing his own Haiku, on the way. "How long is this road Trees, Bush, Hedges, Nature, Grass Bored out of my ass" "Heh, plus one for that rhyme," he said to himself out loud. Kenshiro finally arrived to the walls and gates casually walking while looking around. His sword holstered on his back while he carried his helmet with his left hand. His faded and worn black armor and garbs had contrast and texture that showed the modern designs of his gear being from the 21st century, where he knew he'd stick out as a foreigner. He approached the gate and gave a knock. "Heyo, not from around here, I come in peace...may I come in?" He simply asked nonchalantly. [spoiler]Intro, Open[/spoiler]