[b]An arrival. 2:34 AM, Dojo gates.[/b] [u]A resounding knock echoes through the Dojo at an un-godly hour, its source standing at the entrance of the Dojo's massive gates. Morning dew slid down the leaves and blades of grass as the figure continued to knock for several hours, not taking a break until answered. The sun slowly rises into the sky as the moon disappears into the horizon, the strangers' armor clanking with every knock. Almost nine feet in height, their titanium-alloy armor glints in the morning sunlight as a large sword sheathed by their left side scrapes softly, it swaying lightly along with the leaves blown by the wind. On his back hangs a massive assault rifle, ornate runes carved into its barrel and blades that lined the barrel. The visor of his helmet shows no sign of emotion, and an air of seriousness surrounds his person. He continues knocking, evident he won't stop until let in.[/u] [spoiler]Open. First post in a loooong time, so forgive me if my formatting/storytelling is a bit off. I still need to shake off the rust.[/spoiler]