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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
1/25/2018 4:22:10 AM
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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
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77 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 11/14/2017 3:21:51 AM[b][u]Practice Makes Perfect[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Arena, High Noon[/i] The stands weren't really empty. In them, sat some guardians, an assassin, A Spartan merc, a Hawaiian merc, and a demigod. The guardians and their Ghosts chatted. The Spartan, the Hawaiian, and the assassin compared notes. The demigod just sat there, eating a pretzel. They were waiting for someone to fight. [spoiler]Fighters: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/236827574/0/0/1]C.H.A.M.E.L.E.O.N., AKA Felix, Illia's, and the Meta's Threesome lovechild on steriods.[/url][b]*[/b] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/235329136/0/0/1]Cast, the teenage dude.[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/234007027/0/0/1]Lohi, the Sexy Hawaiian[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/229667486/0/0/1]Reyna, the Spartan Bitch[/url][b]*[/b] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/228971849/0/0/1]Fabio, the Shapeshifter who turned into a Kodiak Bear During an Orgy[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/228636364/0/0/1]Mason. No you can't take the puppies or kitties[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/223103548/0/0/1]Former Hunter Vanguard Marky Mark[/url][b]*[/b] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222590729/0/0/1]Blake. Blake Only. AKA, Trolly McPunchface[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/221622757/0/0/1]Mia, the Elder and less famous twin.[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/221277645/0/0/1]Sarah, the younger, famous, and unlucky asf twin.[/url][b]*[/b] [/spoiler][spoiler]Open. But read ground Rules.[/spoiler][spoiler][b][u]Ground Rules[/u][/b] [b]1)[/b] You can't use E-M-Ps on characters with Astrics by their name [b]2)[/b] Be fair, no BS or godmodding, or you'll end up like Cannon [b]3)[/b] No Perma-killing. This is just training me to PvP. [b]4)[/b] Only choose one character to fight at a time. I can't do more than one at a time. I will only allow you to pick one character to fight. [b]5)[/b] Only one Attack per post. Self-healing is allowed. But if it's healing over time, it has to take at least more than 5 posts to completely regenerate, and insta-heals can only be used once every 25 replies. [b]6)[/b] Weapon switching is allowed. I honestly do not care about if you switch, as long as you follow Rule #5 [b]7)[/b] If I get too careless and break a rule, please let me know. If I break them multiple times in a row. The match will be immediately called and your character will take the victory [b]8)[/b] Have fun. That's my personal rule. Make as many funny jokes and awesome one-liners as you please. It makes the fight more interesting. Don't forget the savage burns. Aloe Vera, and dilute for salt will be provided if needed.[/spoiler]
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[b]Another goddamn furry? Dojo gates 4:30PM[/b] "Wow......this really is quite the place." Came the lone voice that had wandered up to the top of the steps. The first thing that was noticeable was it was a dragon....on two legs. She was young, and was cute (in the adorable way)..kinda. She was a light violet, wearing a deeper purple robe. Her scales had white spots around her twin horns (each only a few inches in length), wrists, and neck. She had nothing else on her, aside from a small bag with a few books and bottles poking out and a staff she held in both hands, a gnarled oak with a small gem embedded in the end. The girl was rather taken away by the mere entrance, almost giddy with the prospect of new knowledge. "Wow!" Was all she could say. Like a little kid in a candy shop, she only gawked at everything and everyone.....but many stared at her as well. She was just too naive to think anything wrong could happen [spoiler]Open, intro bite me[/spoiler]
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28 Replies[i]lizzie wasn't doing much lately as she sat down on a bench effectively taking up most of it as she just relaxed for the moment not really noticing much around her as she had a long day. She had given serenity's dog a bath and boy that was a feat seeing how she wasn't a dog that liked them. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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107 Replies"With the wave of my finger..." [b]Trayven Military Camp; 0800 ========================[/b] The massive metal sheet groaned and shrieked, twisting to accommodate the form of Rose. She had been working on making armor from random metal for two days now, each time it became faster, more immediate. All it took was a good source, and then a snap of her arms, and next thing she knew she was encompassed in metal from any source. Her current source being an old vehicle, the paint long stripped off and the metal dented over and over again by Rose shaping it. Raising both arms, she rotated her body, the metal groaning with her as she was able to constantly warp it to form fit her body. What she had planned was a suit of metal armor, and the capabilities she could do with it would be awesome. Deciding to do it again, she tensed her body, and the metal shot off in every direction, landing around her in a scattered circle. She brought it all back together then, setting it as a clump of scrap before her, and repeated the process. Sticking both arms out, she then quickly snapped them in, bending the elbows as if to shield her face with her forearms, and the metal let out a shriek and shot to her body once more. The change in scenery was almost immediate. Rose now covered in metal armor, she once more rotated and made sure it would work well for her. She started walking around then, in circles, a bit forced at first but bending the metal was becoming second nature, and slowly her movements improved, walking and moving faster as time went on. She had to get used to it, and forcing herself to was the best way so far. [spoiler]Open I guess[/spoiler]
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49 Replies[b]New Gear, Same Person Dojoville outskirts, near the Trayven camp 2:30 PM[/b] Gunfire ripped through the air, loud and crisp. Targets made of sheet metal and spray paint were sheared asunder as the high-caliber bullet pierced the target. A quick look identified the shooter, who was perched on top of a building. The kind of rifle was a dead giveaway, Alpha being the only one to possess snipers of such high-power. The suit was new, however, the extra eyeslots compensating for the lack of an eye, some of which also held instruments that measured wind, distance, and calculated the trajectory of the bullet. Her slim figure would shake with every shot, not being heavy enough to stand still from the trauma. "Gotcha." She said, after stopping and looking over her massive rifle. A smaller rifle lay beside her, looking more like a DMR than anything. Of course, she looked and turned, unsettled by the fact that you had been watching "Yes?" [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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32 Replies[quote]You think that would work? Wouldn't you be a better person t- No, no, you have a sense of charm, Dale, go get 'em tiger! [/quote] [u]Dojoville, nighttime. [/u] [b]The usual hustle bustle of the area had calmed down to just the clopping of those seeking the nightlife, or those seeking lowlifes. Several police cars ran by the rather large [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DOpg--TX0AEgrK8.jpg]Man[/url], who stood outside a cozy looking tavern. It was on a busy walking street, so few cars but the ones that had just flown by were on the semi crowded streets. The tavern was a lone wooden building, entrenched into the ground by large wooden roots, and in the center of a large grass plaza separated from the more modern buildings. It held a patio, but several tables were outside, filled with those seeking a simple beer, or a snack. The tavern itself wasn't tall, but apparently it could fit a lot of customers, something to do with the owner's magic. Also, if rumors were to be believed, one would fall asleep to a good dream almost immediately if they so much as laid their head on the pillows. Fireflies danced around the tables, where mostly a combination of adventurers talked and laughed while eating crackers, though one rather frog like man snatched a snack out of the air. A woman danced between the tables, she wasn't attractive per say, but she did have good qualities. Her long black hair twisted and twirled as she collected plates with strange magic, and they zoomed back through the door towards the sink. She wasn't tall, no but rather small, which could not be said for her poor husband. The fellow stood in the freezing cold away from the tavern's fires, their usually drunk barkeeper that he took the job of sober for tonight. The large man, standing at just over six feet, was handing out glowing stones to nearby explorers of the city. They were light blue in color, with a small painting of a knight's helmet resting on a pillow, wearing a night cap, with the words "A Good Knight's Night" written above it. He shivered, recalling about how he should have listened to Elincia's advice and taken a coat. He was rather shy despite his figure, and only gave them to people who almost brushed him, with a mumble of "Knight Night" and a shuffle. [/b] [Spoiler]Open! You can choose where your character is introduced and how, but I have given two openings, one by the tavern itself and one a little bit down with the man handing out stones.[/spoiler]
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42 Replies[u]All the knowledge, none of the resources[/u] [spoiler]Decided to ditch the whole Ama seemingly never runs out of money thing since I think it might be interesting to see what comes out of it[/spoiler] *transaction failed* *transaction failed* Ama sighed looking at the computer screen. She figured at some point she would get blocked out of the account she hacked a couple years ago. With the amount of projects she had on her mind it was simply frustrating to be held back by money. Silver Leaf Cafe was making her some money but it wouldn't keep up with her constant pursuit for discovery. The thought of gaining funding legitimately ran through her mind though it also led to the thought she would have to appeal to her backers interests instead of simply following her own projects alone. Even Victor, who worked side by side on a number of projects with her only knew some of her work being that of the tracker rifle, ATP, and a few other designs. There was another room in her lab she had behind a reinforced door and a password that took her a minute to type in its entirety. It may have seemed overkill to others but then again, she had a habit of going overboard when it came to security. She decided at a bare minimum it might be worth seeing who was out there that might be interested in her brand of genetic, and mechanical engineering. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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2 RepliesYo I didn't even know I caused some shit, sorry fam
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371 Replies[b]Sanctuary Trayven Camp Barracks Sometime After Dark [/b] [i]"And... Perfect. Well, not bad." Nat adjusted the last book in the back half of a barracks tent - One that was only half-occupied by Trayven forces, due to others being straight up kicked out by Natalie. She snickered internally when she looked at the blanket wall that had hanged from the cieling, a row of thick black blankets was all that had remained to divide her little section of privacy from the rest of the camp. It was a small pleasure to her, a way to show that while she was affiliated to the army, she stood at a position higher than just the average footman. Or rather, she acted like it, anyways. The inside of her own personal tent was fairly quaint and small, but it was her own: A two-person bed, a couch, a low table in front of said couch, and a large table with some chairs was all she had in terms of furniture aside from the shelf, but it was enough for her in this second home. She had a radio on the table, which played a tune of Van Halen's "Panama" that was just muffled by the wall of cloth dividing her room from the other half of the tent. She was finally happy with the room and grabbed a book, a copy of some admittedly shitty romance novel, and took a seat on her L-shaped couch with a sense of pride. [/i] ((Open to all. If you need a way to reply, just investigate the music from the tent.))
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43 RepliesEdited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/13/2017 5:38:32 AM[i][b]The Courier’s Couriers[/b][/i] [b]Outside of the Dojo Gates, 12:23 AM[/b] [i]The night was clear, but the air was frigid and snow lay on the ground, everything coated in a fine white powder, looking as picturesque as a postcard. The path to the gates was clear, at least until two figures appeared on it, materializing out of the air with little more than the noise of a quiet breeze. One stood just a tad shorter than the other, and was clad in a sleek exosuit. The figure looked to be male, and had a backpack slung across its shoulders. A bandolier crossed his chest, and a single knife, a KA-BAR, hung at his hip. The eyes of the helmet glowed a cool and calm blue, contrasting with the grey steel and carbon exo. Beside him, the other figure was wearing a pair of black jeans, snakeskin boots, and a black leather field jacket, its figure more feminine. A bandolier loaded with bullets crossed her chest, and another one crossed her waist. On her back, a lever-action rifle, on her hip, a .357 magnum. Her knife, a hunting knife, was tucked under the bandolier on her chest. Her face was hidden beneath a ballistics mask, half of it painted white, the other half black. Her posture gave away her annoyance.[/i] “Jesus it’s cold...” [i]She said, trudging through the snow, muttering curses beneath her breath. The other figure followed, making a snowball and pegging her in the back.[/i] “Cut it out, you d*ck. I’m already cold enough!” [i]She hissed in response. Her companion laughed, sounding no older than perhaps sixteen. [/i] “Come on, think of it as vacation.” [i]He said nonchalantly.[/i] “This isn’t vacation. We’re literally here to pick up dad’s sh*t and leave.” [i]The female replied.[/i] “Holy sh*t how come you’ve never called him dad before?” “I just don’t do it in front of anyone... not comfortable with it.” [i]The teenager in the exosuit took that as his cue to shut up, and so he did. Both of them approached the gates, the snow gently crunching beneath their feet as they came, before the girl shouted. [/i] “HELLOOOOOO?!!” [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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12 Replies[b]Prison Break on Mirror Mirror island.....[/b] [u]location: Mirror Mirror island jarvod prison Time: Three days ago. ..[/u] [i]a guard walked by a high secure section of the building or so it seems as the man turned the corner he saw the mutilated bodies of his fellow guardmens they were ripped limb from limb with the most barbaric fashion. He didn't have much time to alert the rest the building as he seen one the cells was opened... but not just anyone ones cell but one the ones he was warned never to let out because people would die. The man pulls out the radio on his belt to send out the warning which would be the last thing he would do.. "Lockdown now the bastard is lose inmate 237 is out and at large....*crashing noise* oh shit....*screaming then radio silence.[/i] [b]Dojo several days later....[/b] [i]Talath was seen being a lot more jumpy and more paranoid than usual. It was like he was afraid of something but to be fair he was on the phone and shaking like a leaf. He could be heard shouting in the other end to whoever is there. "What the hell do you mean he's escaped and coming here. Are you seriously that stupid i mean that was supposed be a highly secured facility so don't tell me your sorry."he snapped He hung up abruptly after that snapping the phone he was using in half clearly pissed as all hell. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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25 Replies[b][i]Angelo had left where he had been seated, near the water, as he began to wander the Dojo. He was looking for one man in particular, a guardian named Blake, a man who he had met at a bar who was mourning his lost friend. Angelo wasn't really in combat attire, black jogging pants and a white T-shirt, with his knife hidden on his person and pistol as well for protection, his invisibility charms as well. He wandered the grounds, searching for the guardian with one purpose for him in mind.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open only to splash.[/spoiler]
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26 Replies[b][i]Dojo Courtyard, afternoon[/i][/b] [b][i]Shotgun Opera...[/i][/b] [b][i]In the empty courtyard, Reyna sat on a bench. Her standards were on, her usual guardian armour without helmet, the sponsor logos not on her. She was staring at a screen, her hair done as usual and her hand cannon resting by her side. The vides playing was an old match of hers, where she obtained her the idea for her favourite shotgun. She liked to call the merchant, the Shotgun Opera...[/i][/b] [b][i]The mode for this match was one that had only recently sprung up, called Scavenger. This match was a small one, a total of 8 guardians there, all with no weapons. They had to find their own in the arena, a land on Mars filled with Vex Constructs and red sand. As they all got in, the dashed, looking for the first weapons they could. Coincidentally, the only weapons to be found were shotguns, Reyna finding a "First in, last out" Suros model shotgun. As Reyna watched the old match, she picked apart everything she did, figuring out how to improve.[/i][/b] [b][i]The first kill came as she snuck up on an opposing guardian. A quick shotgun to the back, stab with a knife and life drain killed him instantly. He never stood a chance. She continued to move silently, as 3 other guardians were eliminated by others. 4 left. Eventually, she found herself in a large open space facing another guardian, an old looking shotgun in his hand. She dashed towards him, rolling to the side as she nailed him with a grenade in the chest. He shot back, missing before she put a slug in his kneecap to finish him. Toe two other saw her, enclosing on either side. She'd shoot at one, before dashing with her knife to the second, stabbing the Titan before moving over him, nailing him with two slugs to the body, one being narrowly hit by his own shot. She ran for the last one, getting his by nearly a full blast which almost killed her as she slid. The warlock jumped, as she unloaded the final 3 slugs from her gun into him, standing up. She won the match, no problem.[/i][/b] [b][i]Reyna smiled a bit, looking back st the match. She looked at the picture of her standing victorious, staring st. her legs. They were normal, not like a Vex's but humanoid. She cursed a bit under her breath at her misfortune, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open. Shot post I know it still[/spoiler]
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85 Replies[b][i]The Ocean Calm...[/i][/b] [b][i]By some large body of water with a dock...[/i][/b] [b][i]The water had always helped Angelo. It had many different times in his life: first travelling to and around Venice, then giving him his career in the Navy, Marines and then getting trained as a Witch Hunter. To be honest, if it hadn't been for the great sea, he probably wouldn't be who he was today. He chuckled a bit, thinking about it as he looked st the star tattoos on his arm. Soon, he thought, before looking back out to the water, feet dangling off the dock like a kid might.[/i][/b] [b][i]He didn't don his normal gear, no rifle or armour in sight of him. No, instead he wore clothing more fit for a workout, long black sweatpants and a light green t-shirt were on his body. He had removed his shoes, letting his feet touch the water under him as he rested, having just finished a run. His hair was out of its bandanna, the dirty blond mess of it sweaty like the rest of him as he looked out over the water. He grabbed a water bottle, taking a long drink of it as he did and putting it back [/i][/b] [b][i]He picked up a small rock, flicking it across the water. It skipped 2-3-4-5 times, before stopping and sinking into the water. And so he sat, curious to what might befall him today[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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6 Replies[spoiler]Ooh. Winter is coming. I can finally do that plot that I've literally been waiting about a year to do...[/spoiler]
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54 RepliesEdited by Veration: 11/7/2017 8:40:44 PMSawyer sat by the outer wall of the Dojo, his large and callused hand tightly gripping the stem of an old bottle of champagne. He had siphoned a nice, hard lager into it, good enough to make his vision topsy-turvy after years of drinking, and clothed the thing in an old brown bag. Slouched against the cold and metallic barier behind him, he tipped the bottle forward and parted his lips enough to let the vile swill trickle down his throat. The man closed his bloodshot eyes and felt just a second of reprieve, a minor and fleeting comfort before his mind drifted back to other thoughts. His body in the New Haven flat. Lifeless, fingers pressing into the cold porcelain, still and naked with blood running from his neck, trickling into the contours of his muscled chest. Not his, but someone made to look like him. Someone to cover his tracks. [i]Don't think about that[/i]. He scolded his mind for its involuntary migration towards the image seared into his mind with a scorching brand and took a swig of his drink once again. [spoiler]Open. Just to really establish relationships. Talk to the old man if you'd like.[/spoiler]
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8 RepliesAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH U FREAKING NERDS! IS THIS HOW U BEHAVE AROUND COMPANY!?
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68 RepliesEdited by GingerlyWalnut3: 11/11/2017 4:48:43 AM[b]Step Into the Dojo:[/b] [i]Dojo Gates, 10:00 PM[/i] Eddie’s flight has taken a little longer than was planned. As it turned out, planning an inter-dimensional rift jump wasn’t quite like dusting crops, and instead of arriving early in the morning on a Thursday, as had been planned, the transport craft had arrived at 10:00 PM on a Friday, which actually worked out for the best, as it turns out. He’d been sent to Tatakai for his journalism internship, where he was supposed to document his time in this enigmatic crossroads of civilizations. Of course, he was acutely aware of the [i].357[/i] he carried in his waistband, and of all the gear he carried from his [i]other[/i] internship. After all, Eddie Tobias had his sights on becoming a vigilante, and what better place could he learn to become one than the Dojo? [spoiler]Yeah, it’s short and it’s kinda shitty, but I’m tired and just kinda wanted to get this out. Feel free to just chat or if you want to teach him, go do that too I guess. Oh, and [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237379855/0/0/1]here’s his bio.[/url][/spoiler]
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188 Replies[b][i][u]"Will you guys stop?!"[/u][/i][/b] Panta could be heard screaming angrily across the Dojo, probably being the loudest she has ever been. It wasn't hard to notice what she was screaming about as gunshots and explosions drowned her out most of the time. In the training grounds, a furious Star was firing at a just as infuriated Traci that was swiftly dodging and blocking Star's .600 pistol with a thick shield on her arm. Traci retaliated by spawning several swords behind Star and having them crash down on the athlete, but Star seemed to have a sixth sense as her eyes would give off a faint glow and she'd dodge at the last second. The whole area was covered in craters and bullet holes as the two fought, Panta on the sidelines yelling at the duo to stop. Meanwhile, Bedlam just patted Panta on the head with a smirk, laughing. "This is quite the entertainment. Nothing like a cat-fight between two b*tches..." [spoiler]Open. Have fun.[/spoiler]
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12 RepliesAlright, you cuck. Get in here. Yes, you, Sleek. Fight. Garin and Alpha. Let's settle the score once and for all. [i]The Dojo, 5:51 PM Thursday, November 9th Vendetta Garin stood in the Dojo's courtyard smoking one of his fancy cherry-flavored cigars. His coat had long since been reinforced with ceramic plating, making his armor heavier, and had been treated to resist heat like a mother. His swords were sharpened and polished, his revolver and shotgun oiled and cleaned, and his magic was working just fine, as would be evident in the coming fight. He was ready, as he always was.[/i] "Alpha, come out come out wherever you are." [i]Garin pumped his shotgun and tucked his cigar into his front pocket.[/i] SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
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86 Replies[b][i]Underdog No Longer...[/i][/b] [b][i]Somewhere idfk, noon-ish.[/i][/b] [b][i]Many inside the Dojo knew how to fight very well. They came from all lives: savage killers, military men, gladiators and anything in-between. The others who lived around though, some did it. This left them prey to bandits and criminals of all sorts. The same kinds of people who forced one woman to suffer for a good deal of time. [/i][/b] [b][i]A building had been rented out and turned into a makeshift training center. Eris, who realized the aforementioned problem, had done so, renting the building out part time (so she could afford it) to teach people to fight or st least defend themselves. She finished with a class, the group of men and women of different races and kinds taking the arm and leg training gear off themselves and setting it at the back of the newly set up classroom. This class had been one for some of the more experienced people as well, as she gathered up the few dummy knives that had been placed around for them to train with. The room smelled of perspiration as she did, resetting everything as classes were done for the day. Being the weekend, Eris still wanted some time to enjoy herself as well.[/i][/b] [b][i]She herself donned her usual arm and leg coverings. On top of this, were a pair of brighter pink shorts that went down to the mid of her thigh, but the sides cut upwards a bit to reveal a bit little bit more of the leg. She had on over this a looser white T-shirt, making sure not to reveal anything. She had on the same training gear as the students who had removed their own, looking like this: https://imgur.com/a/it86f She had decided to keep hers on for now, kind of liking the feeling of it. She moved over to a table, in view of the door, facing it, as she began to write. Mainly filling out a bit of paper work, quite boring compared to other things. She didn't know what the rest of the day had in store.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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215 RepliesEdited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/8/2017 4:42:07 PM[b][u]Chapter Two[/u][/b] [u][b]The Council of War[/b][/u] [b]3:12 PM[/b] [b]Trayven Head Camp[/b] [spoiler]Closed. This is after all of their interactions, by the way.[/spoiler] [spoiler]All interactions may continue, however they will be in the past. So yeah.[/spoiler] "[i]Sisters, young Niki, proud Freya, and great Isabella - Brother, youthful Oliver,[/i] [i]I require a great deal of assistance against holding back the Tribune and those of which he has taken amongst his ranks. I fear that they have taken the Byoki Desert, and have now begun to send the greatest amongst their ranks - their darkness seeps away at our strength, slowly but surely.[/i] [i]As of now.. I am heading towards the Dojo, whether you have taken it or not. These abominable things seem attached to that goal of destroying the school of fighting for good.. amongst us, as well.[/i] [i]Farewell,[/i] [i]Arthur[/i]" [i]Isabella would promptly rip the parchment into two pieces, sighing deeply to herself before tearing the split letter into four, crumpling it in her gloved hand. The woman shook her head, as Freya would merely watch with a simple, saddened look.[/i] [i]Isabella was "great", in a sense. She was a giant of a woman, towering over Freya at a height of six feet and seven inches tall, while her bodily frame was something more. Her shoulders were broad and strong, in a near masculine look, with a muscular frame toning the body underneath the black steel armoring and purple and black uniform. Scarlet eyes stared at Freya for a bit, with tangles of long, vibrant light violet hair falling down to the base of Isabella's shoulders.[/i] [i]Isabella[/i]: "So he's being a complete dumbass and bringing the fight to us. We need to get these negotiations, Freya.." [i]Freya[/i]: "That's the idea. We've been stalled for the time-" [i]Isabella[/i]: "By [i]what[/i]? I took care of the thieves. They've fallen off the fuсking map after I gave one back, the rest are either dead or chained up. I've ensured that the city is devoid of any other jackasses, and right now? It is." [i]Freya would sigh a little, before responding.[/i] "...Lady Athena has revealed herself." [i]Isabella[/i]: "...Gods, that blue-haired idiot." ---------------------------------- [b]4:57 PM[/b] [b]The Top of the Dojo's Mountain[/b] [spoiler]Open for foreshadowing.[/spoiler] "[i]The fires of war spark with a flame, rebirthing in the dark.. the Tribune and his subjects reclaim what was their's to take.. as our fates become another thing that we must break.[/i]" [i]A lonesome, robed woman sung loudly above the bristling winds, the chilling presence of the beginning storm high above her having no effect on her. Her silk robes floated in the wind, her shawl covering her being entirely as she continued to sing.[/i] "[i]...The eagle and dragon fight for the skies, the golden lion ready to die, as the bаstard siblings ready their lives.. the serpent in the distance hides himself away, as the Tribune's wrath forces him to degrade away..[/i] [i]The night is dark.. devoid of life.. until a single light arrives..[/i]" --------------------------------- [b]4:58 PM[/b] [b]The Dojo[/b] [spoiler]Open to those at the council.[/spoiler] [i]While Isabella and a few others had taken to staying outside, Freya studied the building that she was within.[/i] [i]This was the true Dojo. No, not the fighting academy Dojo, the.. Dojo within the Dojo, it had been called. A place that was supposedly reserved to the Dojo's sensei and leaders. And yet, here she was: a foreigner. It was the Imperium's idea, and she had only taken to implementing it: a massive war table was in the center of the room, torches lining the walls as glasses of pure water lined the table. There was a rarity of alcohol beverages, they would be debating for a while.[/i] [i]So.. she would wait, for those whom would arrive. Alric, Gilliam, Cain, JT.. she waited on them, alright.[/i] [spoiler]You may all converse, as I probably won't be replying too much, lol.[/spoiler] [b]Emp/Lord-Captain Gilliam/Seneschal Vorgen[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237861877/0/0/1 [b]Sleek/Alpha[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237862425/0/0/1 [b]Jen/Rose[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237891750/0/0/1 [b]Royal/Alric, Dojo Commander[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237936264/0/0/1
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[b]Tactical Espionage.....Crash Landing?? Dojoville Outskirts 9:45 am[/b] The ruins of Dojoville smouldered quietly. Nothing stirred save for the few Trayven patrols in the area....and a helicopter? It appeared out of a sort of wormhole, spinning and flaming. Anyone with a radio would get the immediate outcry. [i]"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, DIAMOND DOGS GOING DOWN!"[/i] The chopper would continue its quick descent to the ground, until it slammed into one of the few buildings that hadn't gone down in the fire. It became lodged in the building, the tail (rotor still spinning) detaching from the fuselage as the main body groaned as the metal settled. It seemed like another weird incident, considering the cockpit was aflame. However, there was one survivor. He dropped from the chopper after a few minutes, grunting as he landed heavily on his back from two stories. The soldier rolled over on his side, covered in blood, oil, and soot. A crack would soon ring out as he put his ankle back in socket. "Mother....-blam!-er....." The man would growl out as he stood up, surveying the area. Grabbing his AM MRS, he would take a quick look around the area, before taking out a grenade and throwing it into the chopper, and moving on. With a magnificent explosion, the chopper would snuff it big time, leaving little to no remains. He would soon duck into an abandoned building, limping slowly. The man didn't seem like he should be -blam!-ed with. [spoiler]Open, Intro[/spoiler]
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227 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 12/9/2017 9:59:16 AM[spoiler]Who doesn't like to mentally torture their Guardians? I do.[/spoiler] [b][u]Nightmare from Ireland[/u][/b] [i]Dreams of Sarah Grey[/i] She stood alone, in the Dojo Woods. Words echoed from a mysterious memory she had but couldn't figure out where it was from. [i]"Everybody's sorry fer somethin, but yer still selfish enough ta do it in the first place."[/i] "Who's saying that?" She asked. She slowly turned around. Sarah saw someone behind her. A Hunter, no less. A Hunter, with the hood of his cloak up. The armor was unrecognizable to her. Literally. It was like what his armor was supposed to be was erased from her mind. "Who are you?" She demanded, her right hand reaching for her Dark-Drinker, the sword that rested strapped to her back. "Ya don't... remember me love?" The Hunter asked, an Irish accent was prominent. He pulled down the hood of his cloak. The Hunter had short, wavy, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He had two red stripe tattoos running down his left cheek. Surely, Sarah would remember someone who would stand out like that in a crowd... right? Yet, she still didn't recognize him. The Hunter spoke again, "Sarah, love? Where's yer ring." He was looking at her right hand. He reached for it, taking her hand, looking at it. Her hand was bare, without glove. She pulled her hand away. "Why would I have a ring?" She demanded, "I'm not engaged. Or married. Or even dating. I've been single for years!" "Ya don't remember...?" He asked, "Yer married... ta me. Don't ya remember, Lady Warlock?" The Hunter had called her that, and those words felt.... familiar. Sarah's hand reached for the Dark-Drinker, again, "What do you mean?! It's been just me and Lunar. And recently Seraph, but that's aside from the point. I don't love you. I don't even [i]know[/i] you! Get away from me!" "Sarah..." the Hunter begged, weakly. Her hand wrapped around her sword's handle. Pulling it off her back. She swung it once, and the Dark-Drinker decapitated the Hunter.[spoiler]Stabbed in the heart with the Feels-Lighter.™ Bad spirit Dojo James. Bad Spirit Dojo James. I'll call Ghostbusters on you again.[/spoiler] [b][u]Waking Moments[/u][/b] [i]02:54, Dojo Woods, and Coincedently Near where Zavala's Shallow, Unmarked Grave Is.[/i] The Warlock awoke, sweating. She was breathing heavily. Lunar appeared, calming her down, "Easy, easy, Sarah. It was just a nightmare." "Lunar?" She asked, sitting up. "Yeah?" The Ghost asked. "For a Ghost that sounds like Nolan North, you know how to calm people down. Thanks." "Want Seraph to lull you back to sleep again?" He asked. "No, but I do want to speak to her, Seraph!" The whitish-grey code replica of the Warlock appeared at her left shoulder, "Yes, Miss Grey?" "I told you to drop the formalities, geez. I thought your patronizing subroutines were offline. Anyway, have you found any similarities between the memories and the nightmare?" Sarah asked. "Just your impulsiveness. Nothing else. That Hunter isn't showing up in any of our memories. More information may be needed," Seraph replied. "Nothing in any of my memories, either," Lunar said. "This probably isn't a missing piece," Sarah said. "It could be," Seraph suggested. "Seraph, it probably isn't," the Guardian argued. Seraph muttered something, "Tá do stubbornness ag clashing le do instincts arís." "What?" Sarah asked. "Nothing...." Seraph replied. [spoiler]Translation: Your stubbornness is clashing with your instincts again.[/spoiler][spoiler]Open [/spoiler]
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30 Replies[b]Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, Dojo Woods.[/b] [spoiler]I'm going to do something a bit different. A first person post.[/spoiler] [i]I was back at this asylum once more, not for a social call however. Each day I had spent in New Haven I heard a voice nagging at the back of my head...."Go back." "Go back to them, Sam." I didn't know who it was referring to, I certainly have no friends. Anyone I knew probably wanted to kill me or not see me anymore here, thus I was left alone. Olivia surely hated my guts for just leaving her to fend for herself, I ought to ask her for that sheathe back if I can. I somewhat forgot about her, though each time I peered into my journal I was reminded of my past once more. My red greatcoat billowed in the winds of the forest, leaves rustling in the trees as made my stroll. I was around 6'2 last time I checked, had a healthy muscular physique that matched my height. I wore a blood-red greatcoat with a black trim along with a similarly black utility belt filled with all sorts of gadgets and whatnot. Clipped on my left was the high-frequency blade I had owned for about a decade and a half, the blade molded after a ninjatō. On my right was the carbon scimitar I had looted from that half-dragon freak, Caye. As vengeance for permanently crippling Olivia. I was apparently a Caucasian according to Old Earth terminology, belonging somewhere in either a place called Europe or America. Though my dialect had leaned towards British. I had platinum blond hair, a side effect of the chemicals that was pumped into the air of my homeland as an air purifier, which was tied into a ponytail with the sides buzz cut. My stark blue eyes had scanned the forest for my target location, seeking something. Speaking of Caye, I had realized I still had a flask of her blood kept in a cryogenic state in the off chance I had found I use for it. The issue was I had to enter that blasted dojo to get to it. What felt like hours had passed, my legs tired as I had finally reached what was once Dojoville. Instead of finding a town filled with disgruntled and quite frankly, sick of the Dojo's shit, I had found it to be occupied by a medieval force, the rest burnt to ash. I had only assumed the residents had either been forcefully invaded or just sold their land and finally left the place to this force. It was not of my concern, I had stayed out of Dojo politics long enough, and I was not in the mood to get back in. Not to mention the barrier it had gave me really suspicious vibes... I had no choice but to circle around, walking at an angle until I reached what used to be a backyard, it was at a weird slope. The grass was still burnt from the fires. From there on I maneuvered through the burnt mess of the house, kicking a weak and charred support beam which allowed me to walk through as part of the roof and wall collapsed. It was a monotonous trek as I climbed both the winding road and the steps that led to the iron gates of The Dojo. It was a place where fools played God, I did not intend to stay for long...[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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106 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 11/10/2017 5:03:39 PM[b][u]A Titan, and a Box of Adorable[/u][/b] [i]Outskirts of Dojoville, 10:01[/i] Mason set down his box of 12 puppies and 12 kittens the Huntress gave him. He sat down with them, taking off the armor plating on his arms, and taking off his gloves. His Ghost transmatted the armor laying in the grass away. Mason sat down next to the box. He picked up one of the kittens. This one was completely black. Topaz did a quick scan, "Female, her breed is bombay." Mason held the kitten for a minute, "You're so cute...." "Oh my gosh, Mason. Why did you take the entire box?" "Because, they're adorable!" He sighed, nuzzling the little black kitten. "I'm gonna name you... Ouros!" He decided. The other kittens mewed. The puppies yapped. "Oh, I'll get to the rest of you in a minute," Mason said. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][spoiler][url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1nylJiM_Q8oOE_Q3hyZk0ET2IbzvzhKUSjP6FJZaaVxc/edit?usp=drivesdk]Mason's Puppers and Kittehs[/url][/spoiler]
