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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
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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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177 Replies[b]Dojoville Bar, 10:00 PM[/b] [i]The door opened with a ding from a low-hanging bell inside, alerting the bartender of an incoming presence to the moderately full bar. The stench of alcohol masked the metallic scent of the cowboy as he wandered in slowly, brass stars on the backs of his boots clinking with each step he made up to the bar ahead of him. JT had his hat placed on the bar and he ordered the drink of the evening, a whiskey with two cubes of ice, before the bell rang again and JT sighed with annoyance. Approaching him was a lonesome woman and her two compatriots, either in a similar duster to the cowboy with the woman in a darker one than heaven he wore. They took their places beside the cowboy, all the whilst the blonde-haired female approached the other side of the counter as if she owned the place and started pouring all three of them a whiskey. The first to get the drink was JT, and the others got theirs after the woman grabbed the order from a minute ago and started sipping on it. "It's been a while, JT," the woman said, a sharp grin placing itself on her lightly tanned face. Her accent wasn't the same Texan tone that the Marshal always maintained, rather she had a voice without an accent to it. Beyond generic, if she didn't also have a distinctly smooth voice and deeper than usual words adjoining her slow speaking. She leaned over the counter slightly and put her elbows on them, tucking them inwardly as the man to JT's left removed his jacket. He was instantly recognizable by JT, as soon as the dragon tattoo on his arm was seen and the kevlar vest on his body was revealed. "What is this, a -blam!-in' family reunion?" JT inquired. He laughed in unison with the other man, Derek, and the woman simply stayed silent in her own glass. She placed it against the table gently, removing the duster to reveal a tucked plaid shirt and a pair of tight jeans. "You could say that," said the fourth and final man. This one was not quite as recognizable, though JT could tell who he represented with the coat. "Let's get down to business," the woman, Aveline, said to the three of them. "We know that Lopez couldn't find Maurice and Vaughn's dead. That leaves us four, Nat, and Anisha, yeah?" "Anisha said she didn't know anything." Derek reached into the pocket of his olive cargo pants and pulled out a black box, putting it on the desk in front of him. A small hologram popped up a foot above it, displaying a few text files. It zoomed between them, displaying hundreds of lines of information before it pulled up a picture of a slate grey flask. It had a red fireball imprinted upon it - A message. "Well, shit... Anybody know what this means?" Aveline asked the group, staring at the documents. The rest of the bar was either too drunk to notice or just didn't care. She was thanking the gods that the Dojoville denizens found this kind of thing to be normal, consodering the Dojo. "It means we're being hunted," the fourth man said. He pulled out a similar flask, leaving it on the counter. "Found this in Anisha's room last month, before I got here." "Y'all bang it out?" JT playfully asked, giving the man a playful tease. His relations to the female Marshal had been all he needed to recognize the figure as Benny. Aveline shot him a disapproving glare and Derek took a sip from his drink, closing the hologram and pocketing the box shortly after. "Not the time? Fine. Anyone have any leads?" The group noticed someone was listening in, however, and quieted down. [/i] ((Open))
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[b]Something's missing more like several someone's...[/b] [u]Two weeks since incident... [/u] [b]Hayes's house...[/b] [i]it seems much to quiet here where serenity and the rest of her family just simply vanished into thin air very shortly after lola's demise. It was like serenity didn't want anything to happen to the children as apparently leyla's two boys had simply vanished as well. No one really knew what happened to them either. But only two that would have a clue to their whereabouts would be Lizzie and Talug Bonebreaker but they weren't saying a damn thing to no one about it either. But Lizzie and talug were however looking after serenity's home until she returned so no one would mess with her stuff. Lizzie one night was seen walking up to serenity's home on the hill with serenity's oversized wolf aiyanna following at her heels. They spent a lot time here just waiting patiently for her return. On this night lizzie's sat on a chair just outside the cave looking up at the stars as aiyanna laid on the ground besides her it's massive head laying on it's giant paws as it looks out in the night listening to any sound that might be unusual. Just then aiyanna growls hearing something and stands up. Lizzie gets up and looks in the direction of where she's looking a hand on her sword speaking sharply. [/i] "You there show yourself right now im not playing!!"says Lizzie [spoiler]open [/spoiler]
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47 Replies[b]Something Agile[/b] [i]15:30, In an Arena[/i] A woman watched the empty arena from the deserted stands. She was too far into the stands to clearly see the figure, but she was waiting patiently. For someone. Or something. [spoiler]Open. Fight interaction.[/spoiler][spoiler][b][u]Rules[/u][/b] •Play Fair, no godmodding, I will be fair •Not allowed to deal insta-fatal blows. This is a relatively new character, so I don't want her to die this fast •Active Camo can only be used for 1 post at a time [b]•Only two attacks maxinum per post. Ex, Dropping a scatter grenade then shooting with a sniper rifle.[/b] •Weapons can be switched, but you have to wait one reply before switching again •As for weapons that change forms, change form whenever, as long as you obey max attacks rule[/spoiler]
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[b]Cats, Bat and Spiders[/b] [u]Time: early evening Location: woods [/u] [b]early that day...[/b] [i]A flyer seems to be stuck to side of a wall it says the following:[/i] [u]Come one Come all Boils and Ghouls to the Haunted Woods tonight if you dare....[/u] [i]On the bottom of it is a map of the directions of how to get too it. Which seems pretty straightforward.[/i] [b]At the Haunted Woods (Deep Woods) [/b] [i]The whole area was decked out with carved jack'o'laterns lighting the path through the woods as it was clear someone spent one hell of a amount decorating everything to make scary and spooky everywhere. The pumpkins that were carved led to a haunted looking house on a hill. Inside this house someone was clearly still working on it too. A tall woman wearing all black is currently decorating the upstairs at the moment. It's Marcella as shr sets up everything before walking back outside with satisfied smile on her face. This by was her favorite as she could be herself and not look weird for having spiders follow her. She didn't know when Akiko, Sylvie and Xexa would be done with their part. But she knew it was going to be very awesome regardless. But right now Marcella was currently sitting on her porch sitting her chair with her calf sized spider named tiny next to her. [/i] [spoiler]im not gonna be on much for halloween so posting this a few days early so enjoy :)[/spoiler] [spoiler]open [/spoiler]
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42 Replies[b][i]Mayday...[/i][/b] [i]Out of the sky, someone had messed up. A ship coming down in flames feel to the open fields of the dojo. The pilot was trying to broadcast some signal, but comm channels would only pick up static. It was near instant when it crashed, almost like a meteor. Within the blink of an eye, it flew through and crashed right to the ground, causing the ground to shake. There was still no sign whether the pilot was alive or not. But there was not a lot of time as the fire would soon spread too much, and engulf the entire ship.[/i] [spoiler]open, new character.[/spoiler]
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53 Replies[b]Hunting Quest[/b] [u]Time: night on a blood moon Location: woods[/u] [i]A rouge pack of werewolves has been seen skulking out the local villages lately snagging any victims not lucky enough to be inside on such a night. But these attacks have picked up lately in the last few days a few brave villagers fearing for there safety braved the woods on such a night too. In some effort to try and get help. the only survivors is a young mother and her young daughter who barely old enough to speak she's that young still. If any was in the woods this night they be able to hear this young mother running through the woods crying out for help. "someone please help us."she shouts as the young woman ran clutching her young child to chest protectively. The woman could hear them coming after her. She can hear the snapping of brush and the clear sound of howling getting much closer. The woman manages to climb a large tree as high as she can manage with her child in her arms. She does get high enough up there with enough time to see three very large werewolves circling the tree trying to get but they too high up. But the sight these creatures terrified the little to point where she starts to crying quite loudly alerting anything nearby. The mother just looks down at the ground in fear as she sees them down there waiting for her and child. She looked around in a vain attempt to see if anyone was near. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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110 RepliesEdited by A Stormy Dio: 10/26/2017 2:33:00 AM[i]Chapter 4: Into the Mind [u]’Ah...Infested...species that once undeniably destroyed the known galaxy. One of the purposes of a Tenno was to wipe the Infestation clean off the face of whatever place they wanted it to be. Whether they were once Grineer, or Corpus, or a new entity in itself, these Infested all follow the same hive-type of mind, similar to that of Earth bees...whether as to where the best and queen of such Infestation may be that had corrupted the lost planet...is quite uncertain.” - Admiral Vox Alias, Head Of the 100th Corpus War Fleet, location unknown.[/u][/i] ([i]Khalosh, Resistance Base)[/i] It had...for the most part, been a rough start. The Mandalorians lost one of their best in a battle with Imperial soldiers and bandits. The second-in-command of the Imperial army got away with whom seemed to be another high-ranking Imperial official via shuttle at the Void Portal. It just so happened that the three groups, along with JT, Treyman, And Shila would meet in the central command center. Along with them were Sun-Rei, who was using sign language to speak to Clover, the two of them talking about what they were doing for the past couple years. Tug and Cipher, two member’s of Clover’s squadron would be playing some type of hologram game with Checkers and Vandal. Trench and Oracle would’ve been at the window, talking to one another in Chinese. All whilst Boomer kisses every single one of his Grenades. And then there was Velinnea, who, with Tethys (their new Jedi ally), Bariss (their new Tenno ally), Nathaniel (their Mandalorian ally other than Velinnea herself) and Victoria, who were staring at a massive map of Tatakai, specifically that of Khalosh, where the Imperials has holed themselves in their specific sector, them being placed on the defensive, rather than the offensive. Velinnea’s second in command, Richter, walked in. “We ready?” She asked them. “Yes ma’am.” The second in command told her, as she slammed her hands on the table to catch everyone’s attention. “Clem.” Was all the specter of the very small Grineer said. “Alright, listen up people; with the help of some Scouts, we may have a way of breaching and invading the Imperial stronghold here on Tatakai...but it may involve going into the heart of Infested territory.” She told them, waiting for any type of question or response. [spoiler]Open to Orn, Royal, And JT. In that order.[/spoiler] —�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�— [i](Khalosh, Imperial Sector) [/i] Sighing at all of the shit that had happened over the past few weeks since the Impeiral’s primary invasion, Katya had proceeded to lay in her room, overlooking the Imperial Sector with a bit of...worry. Katya had saw her leader Kiyala acting very strange...almost like she was possessed or insane, and was worried about the future of possible stability within the only place they had left. She had called Charlia up to talk...without any type of further interruption or Imperial interference. [spoiler]Open to Orn again, here.[/spoiler] —�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—� Kiyala had begun to hear Aeron’s voice again, all while trying not to worry about anything else that had basically happened since the first invasion. She constantly felt migraines and headaches going up to her head, almost like some type power was kept and locked away behind something that she herself never knew. But she also heard something different. [i]”...The fate of every god, and destroyer will be complete annihilation...” “We...are simply shadows...who will destroy those who believe themselves to be real...” “The Shadow Master will Return...[/i] In a bunch of echoey voices, unaware of Aeron, this was what Kiyala feared more... ...because she herself hadn’t seen it’s true power. [spoiler]Open to Vile, here. Maybe have a couple of your representatives come? Or maybe Aeron talking in his head.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/29/2017 7:02:04 PM[b][u]Redundant, Useless, Post[/u][/b] [i]Seriously, Stop Reading.[/i] I told you this was redundant. Seriously, stop reading this. It's just a useless post. I mean, it used to be something. But that something became not relevant. I know you have the ability to stop reading this. Y0U 4R3N'7 U71L1Z1NG 7H3 P0W3R 70 570P. 53R10U5LY, 570P. .sseltniop s'tI .potS [spoiler]Don't reply to this.[/spoiler]
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11 Replies[b]Many Returns. Alpha, Dojoville. 12:30 PM[/b] The fall leaves swirled through the streets as time passed, lending a soft cascading noise to the hushed sounds of the remnants of the place. As the day progressed, a lone figure stood among the city. She wore a purple hoodie, blue jeans, and boots. However, the dead giveaway presented itself in the form of her hands, which were covered in a sort of white fur. She took down her hood, and took a look around. Alpha's face was scrunched up, as she adjusted to the brighter light. However....she seemed different. The girl was missing an eye, a black eyepatch on her face. Her walk was also different, slightly hobbled now. But, aside from that....it was still Alpha. And she was home. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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49 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 10/25/2017 11:20:14 PM[b]Something Greek[/b] [i]00:54, Ollimand, Middle of Nowhere[/i] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/235329136/0/0/1]Cast[/url] lie face-down in the grasslands. For the first time since the attack of that portal goddess, he stood up. Where was he? He felt the cut on his left cheek. It was scabbed up, now. He felt around the pocket of his jeans. No Dramchas. That damn woman stole them all. But he did still have his universal remote. He hit [i]000[/i] then hit [i]2[/i]. The infared eye of the remote began to act as a flashlight sending a circle of white light into the ground as he walked around in the grasslands. [spoiler]Open. Intro[/spoiler]
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112 Replies[b][i]As luck would have it...[/i][/b] [b][i]6:00 PM[/i][/b] [b][i]Angelo had found a restaurant and decided to change out of his military gear. No leg armour, pistol strapped to his side or helmet on his head. He had removed the bandanna from his hair, styling it as he usually did (see above). He was dressed in darker jeans, a mint green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and first few buttons undone: casual, but a bit dressier. He was nervous, something like this not something he had done often or recently, though he did a good job at concealing the nervousness. He stepped out of his room, phone in pocket and knife well concealed on himself (can't have no protection), as he turned to lock the door.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Splash only. Have Lohi harass him before if you'd like, or just have him head straight to the meeting spot [/spoiler]
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83 Replies[u][b]Rangefinder[/b][/u] [b][u]Dojo holo-training room.[/u][/b] [b][i]It was a cool day at the Dojo, the sun out but the breeze countering it warmth. Many would enjoy this weather, though one man would do so later. Angelo was prepped for a training session, hoping to get back in the feel of things and hopefully work off the hangover he had. He had his usual gear on as he entered the sim-training, putting on his helmet as he had his hair covered by a bandana to not get in the way. The hud and vision lit up as he did, as he grinned under the helmet.[/i][/b] [b][i]The scene in the room formed, a large open area. It was a dock with ships, next to a sea side town. Large metal ships rocked back and forth in the harbour as one was decorated, the target ship. Warehouses were next to it, and guards in body armour patrolled the area. It was an assassination op, get in, kill the terrorist Witch, and get out. Swiftly and quietly he began to move, rifle out as he moved down one dock that he started on. Instead of moving onto the cement of the dock he moved across poles in the water, bolstering his rifle and activating his cloak as he approached a guard. With a swift pull down and stab the man's body disappears as if it was pulled into the ocean's depth. He continued, moving through guard after guard as he did, having activated enhanced vision he could see them all before they even got the chance to see him. One almost saw him, as Angelo slammed a Kukri pommel into his gut and the blade into his chin, the man being knocked into the actual water this time. As Angelo got to the main ship, he knew it would have to get loud. He drew his rifle, and used his mark's ability, summoning his two ethereal allies to help him against the guards. He climbed the side of the ship, shooting one with his handgun straight in the head as the two ghost pirates skewered the other two. As 5 more came out Angelo took cover and fired back wothbhis rifle. Both his allies and the enemies ended up dead, .308 rounds filling the bodies like lead weights. His target finally emerged, what looked like a pale man with some age to him, bony but still moving. A crackle of electricity flew towards Angelo as he used his own ability, sending a Mako mine straight towards his enemy. The blast knocked him back, which game Angelo the distraction needed. He cloaked, moving off the side of the ship and scaling his way to the back of it. In silence he watched his target take three steps forward and look for him. As soon as he turned around, BANG!, 3 .308 rounds entered the Witch's skull as he slumped to the ground. Angelo removed his helmet, grinning as he finished the sim, putting his rifle on his back. He moved over to a sitting area outside, beginning to wipe down his weapons out of sheer habit as he whistled the tune of [/i][/b][i]Drunken Sailor[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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315 Replies[b]Dojo Bar 18:43[/b] "I don't need your booze anyway! I've g-oh sh*t..." Out from the bar doors a woman was thrown into the streets by a duo of security guards. She began to get up and keep yelling. "Ow! The hell?! When I-" "Oh shut up!" A bottle was thrown at her head, stunning her and drenching her messy short brown hair in alchohol. She shook her head to clear it, but before she could get up fully another bottle was thrown, this time at her body. The strong smelling drink stained her brown leather jacket and jeans, leaving her in an even more demeaning state. "Stay down, b*tch." From the doors a few men exited and kicked her aching body all over before walking away with smirks. Even after the beating she began to get up again, clutching her side and wincing in pain. "H-Hitting someone while they're down? You're a bunch ah p**sies. Come back and fight like real men, eh?" She finished with spitting some blood onto the pavement. The group turned back around, shrugging to each other before heading back to hit the girl some more. She stayed where she was, raising a single fist. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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2 Replies[u]In space no one can hear you scream.[/u] "Trick, trick... want to see a trick?" A strange transmission repeated itself of the past hour. There were moments where it would fade but when the sun began to set, the transmission would return. The voice on the transmission, a very metallic, robotic one. Machinery could be heard in the background. Metal grinding against metal, a power drill, the loud buzz of an arc welder. It didn't take too long to judge the transmission to be coming from space. A satellite. Whoever this strange voice was, they were definitely in orbit around the planet, and considering the voice, 13B demanded jurisdiction upon investigating the disturbance. [spoiler]Open. October event. Updated 13B's look to more fit her universe[/spoiler] https://i.imgur.com/l1NeerL.jpg
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158 Replies[b]Reminiscence[/b] [b]Dojoville, 2:11 PM[/b] [b]Irina[/b] "[i]Definition: A story told about a past event, remembered by the narrator.[/i]" [spoiler]Open to all, including socialization and.. combat, if you find it a necessity to duel an unarmed woman. Fuсking coward. One year anniversary of the edgy asshat- erm, my main, I guess - Irina. Enjoy, ladies ' lads.[/spoiler] ------------------------------------ [i]Irina had almost found herself at peace. Not quite there yet. But she was.. she was close.[/i] [i]The return to Tatakai had been a relatively short one. The trips to the crippled man's house, Grant, her hero, had went from occurring every weekend to now once a month, whenever Irina could manage to reach the Dojo in a time where it wasn't being invaded, or shot to pieces, or destroyed, or bombed, or replaced..[/i] [i]As the crinkled leaves fell from the tall, looming trees that shadowed the empty streets, the moderate winds of fall breezing past the shining sidewalk, Irina had taken to a simple, leisurely stroll, throughout the silent part of Dojoville's residential area. To those who had been present at the Dojo in the more recent times, they would recognize the once villainess, turned.. member of the Dojo, was she? A visiter? A supporter? At this rate, it was merely unknown.[/i] [i]Irina had taken to wearing such apparel that benefited a civilian more than the merciless Huntress that she had once served as. A long, almost Victorian trench coat would coat her body and shield her from the chills of the wind, the ends of the light grey fabric reaching her kneecaps as if still allowing her to maintain a simple amount of maneuverability. The sleeves would roll down to her wrists, of which were hidden intentionally by light black gloves, tightened over her fingers with a certain intensity. She was.. literally unarmed, lest for whatever may have been kept within her jacket.[/i] [i]Strands of light silver hair, almost white in a certain way, would be parted past her face to reveal herself for the Dojo's members that actually remembered to see. She was as pretty as ever, with a simply noble look: the woman's jawline was sharp, though smooth in a manner, the skin that coated her skull being a brilliant pale white color. The wear of age had come upon the Vileblood, though it wasn't much, while dimples had forned upon her face over the years. Clear, icy blue eyes studied the tiles of concrete ahead of her, as she reached the end of the walkway that she was upon.[/i] [i]The end of the sidewalk would bring Irina to sitting upon a wooden bench, one that had been painted black, of all the colors that it could have been. Irina didn't mind it, however, but instead rested herself upon the seat anyway, her back pressed against the wooden bench. It was as if she was.. resting. The tall body that was once tense with fear and hatred sparking with a simple calm. It was a truly unnatural thing for Irina.[/i] [i]There, she began to contemplate.[/i] ------------------------------------ [i]Murderer. Traitor. Liar. Cheater.[/i] [i]Teacher. Friend. Savior. Mother.[/i] [i]Irina had a few other titles as well, Vilebitсh amongst them. She couldn't complain, with the situations that she had found herself into.. she deserved all the punishment that she would receive.[/i] [i]The first act.. a massacre. Dark red flashing across the streets.. a thing within an exosuit that did just as much damage as Irina did would come after her, fooled by the previously kind demeanor. Alongside that creature, so would a Hunter, but he would "change" his views upon Vilebloods during the previous fight to the death.[/i] [b][i]Sapphire and Lothran.[/i][/b] [i]The next.. she had found purpose. Her Queen was dead, frozen and rotting in the chilly depths of Cainhurst's throne room. So now, she had a choice: betray her new cause for the Dojo, or fight a war against gods. She called herself a coward for this one.. she chose the Dojo. She chose the samurai, over the heroine of Khalosh.[/i] [b][i]Tesuto and Zera.[/i][/b] [i]Then, the furry hunts of the later time of the year. God, she did work in those days, and she met people that she still prized in memory. Though she was sure that most of them didn't exactly like her.. she still kicked quite a lot of ass in this period of time.[/i] [b][i]John, Jason, Ghiaccio, Sketch, Hovark, Quincy.[/i][/b] [i]Then.. the ones that influenced her. Her family, really, with what they had done. The old Ranger, the teenager, her past lover, her current one, and even her own little girl, that she loved beyond anything else in the world, and beyond this world as well.[/i] [b][i]Grant, Alexandria, Athena, Astraeus, and little Mion.[/i][/b] [i]Irina grimaced to herself as she leaned back once more, gripping her hands together as her train of thought would continue to carry on. Where were they all now? The ones that she hadn't seen, and had survived the turmoil of the recent months.. where could they be, now?[/i] [i]Well.. she continued to think. Though she'd need reassurance on them, if they came around, anyway.[/i]
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[b]When stuff goes missing[/b] [i] Xexa stood standing outside of her ship looking at it a slight frown on her face as she looked at what was indeed bite marks on the hull of her ship like something was gonna eat it. But apparently instead Xexa knew went after three of her metal crates she left outside. She figured it was probably that new girl she passed on the road the other day the girl chewing on metal when she seen her the first time. She couldnt remember the girls name though.[/i] [b]elsewhere..[/b] [i]the dragon form of nara was fast as in a tiny cave in the woods. It was small enough not to be noticed. Anyone that did find where she was dozing would get nothing but a veiw sharp twisted spines among black and gold scales the were much stronger than a regular dragon's. But she was sleeping in such a way that she would barely hear the footsteps approaching her.[/i] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/236168394?sort=0&page=0&path=1[/spoiler] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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Edited by ookshmook: 10/23/2017 1:01:34 PMIt was a regular day in dojoville, people from radically different universes and genres were getting along, save for some awkward laws-of-physics disputes, and all was seemingly well, apart from a single, light trail of crimson-red blood, most likely from the jugular, following a trail down a dark, definitely-not-suspicious allyway, seemingly so cliché it had 'deus ex machina' as graffiti on its grey stone walls, which, following the convention set, was, (of course), written in blood. [spoiler]open, preferably to asap[/spoiler]
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3 RepliesEdited by BondyMilk: 6/20/2017 3:57:36 PM[b]Transgressions of the Past. Chapter 3[/b] [b][u]Dojoville Cylus' Armory 22:38 hours 2 hours after the events of [i]A Test of Strength[/i][/u][/b] Cylus sat in his room in the back of his armory, relaxing from his day of training with Marker. Fiddling with a screwdriver, he sat and looked pleased with his newest project. He had finished his new helmet and a skeleton to fit under his suit, and he would be unveiling them to the others tomorrow. [spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5d/81/70/5d8170e763911a0b9cca510ff1682cf8.jpg[/spoiler] He propped his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair before picking up his log. He hadn't made an entry in a while, so he decided now would be a good time. ... [b][i]From the pages of Cylus' Log Taking Place Immediately after Entry 2 Dates and Locations have been changed for Discretion.[/i][/b] So I stood there. I held Rachel's body close, a single tear running down my cheek. I buried my face in her shoulder to muffle my cries. And I just stood there. ... Then I heard the sirens. The police were on their way, and I had to move fast. So much to do, so little time. I scooped Rachel up in my arms and made a break for it, running until it would be safe. ... Eventually we made it to the safehouse, and I laid her out onto the counter. Unlike me, she still had family, and I had to honor that. I removed my suit and washed myself off, leaving no trace of who I really was. Carrying Rachel once again, I laid her in the backseat of my car and covered her with a silk sheet before getting behind the wheel. I drove to her parents' house where we often has dinner in our... Simpler times. I wiped my eyes but it was no use, they were red and irritated from the sobbing. I opened the door and gently carried Rachel to the porch before ringing the doorbell. ... "Who could it be at this hour? Honey, go answer the door." I heard her mother say. Soon enough, the porch light turned on and Rachel's father answered. "Ah, ________, what do you have there son?" he asked. He looked at my eyes and noticed that I had been crying, then looked at the body in my arms, and immediately gasped. "Honey! Come here! It's ________!" he called. "Come in. Come in!" he told me. I simply nodded and followed him into the den. I couldn't say anything. How could I? How would I tell this family that their only daughter was dead? Laying Rachel on the couch, I stood next to her father and waited for the mother to enter. She was there soon enough, and when she saw the body on the couch, she immediately broke down in tears. "My baby!" She screamed. "How did this happen!?" Her husband clutched her in comfort, and they both looked at me for answers. "The- she- uh-..." I pulled myself together. "The man in the mask, the one a lot of people have been calling Vigilante, found me. He was in front of my apartment when I came home from work... He said he had something to show me." I lied. "He said she had died fighting, protecting innocents. As for the people who did this... believe me when I say this." "He will find them." [spoiler]not an open, just a setup for the next chapters[/spoiler]
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6 RepliesESKETIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT [i]Lil Pump shoots pistol out window[/i] ESKETIIIIIIITKETITKETITKETIT
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105 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 10/21/2017 7:11:17 PM[url=http://www.bungie.net] Somewhere Lost In Time Long Ago[/url] Rain pattered against the moss covered stone paths of an old ruined castle. The rocks that were so precisely placed into the earth long ago were now cracked. The masterfully etched and crafted blocks of marble that once were the stable foundations to a kingdom now lay crumbled and displayed with no grace or dignity. Remains of skillfully forged tools that were made with blood, sweat, tears, and long hours of work now abandoned on the streets, rust covered with no owners to claim them. [u]When did the world get so cruel?[/u] The sound of metal boots marching along the road were like deafening drums to my ears. My heart raced as they grew near. [u] This is the end…[/u] My house of rubble and rotted wood couldn’t hide me from their prying eyes. The’d find me. I’ll be dead soon. [u]...the end of my life...[/u] Their footsteps were nearing, my body shook in fear. I sat there paralyzed by fear, mind undecided on whether to run or accept my fate. [u]...and the beginning of my story.[/u] There was only one way out and I knew it. I couldn’t possibly run away, there was an army waiting outside to catch me. I couldn’t fight, my body was growing weak from lack of treatment. [u] Someday, someone will find me…[/u] With every ounce of my strength and will, I concentrated on the little power I had left in me. I dipped down into every reserve I had. I had to make this count or it would all be for nothing. [u]...and hopefully I’ll be of some use…[/u] Luckily I had just the item on me for the job. I pulled it out and the gold shimmered from the little light that fell through the cracks. [u]...and may they find peace…[/u] “In here!” They screamed, having found me. It was too late however, I had already begun the ritual. [u]...for I never will.[/u] [i] Forever bound to this blade, My soul and spirit, Unbreakable this bond, Until peace falls once more, Upon the rolling hills, Under the setting sun, Unknown love now found.[/i] “Try and kill me now...f*ckers.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [url=http://www.bungie.net]Dojo Training Grounds Present Day[/url] The sun was shining bright as you trained, honing your skills. For some reason you noticed yourself doing extra well, you had more endurance, strength, accuracy. Everything was perfect...until you tripped like an idiot. You looked down to see what you tripped on and see something gold jutting out of the ground. It shines in the sunlight, as if begging for you to see what it is. [spoiler]Open. See if thou art worthy.[/spoiler]
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27 Replies[b][i][u]The Shadow of Eternity[/u][/i][/b] [url=http://example.com]Broken Fortress, Kudo Ro Mountain Range[/url] Aeron Tenebrae sat upon a cold stone throne, alone in an empty place filled with death and despair. The walls were ruined and the floor was cracked, with no sign of the once seen luxury that this place had held. There used to be feasts, armies, royalty. But now there were only sparse skeletons and lost souls that waited patiently to die. Light snow fell gently through the gaps in the ceiling, accompanied by the eire gray light of the sky. The world had been bleak lately, perhaps reacting to his arrival in such a way as to cause unease in a normal man. Or maybe it was just this castle? He couldn't tell anymore. It all sort of blended together in a way. A few minutes past as he sat there, motionless and subsumed in his own thoughts. He had seen things recently that had caught his eye, knowing what threat they might pose if left... unmonitored. As such, he had decided that today was the day he began his work in the arts of this planet's downfall. [i]With the foolish games of men come misery, and only in their destruction shall the universe be free...[/i] The man stood, gazing out the holes in the wall and into the horizon. It had been interesting to experience what this world had to offer, and how it's people would react to certain variables. All of it was surprising similar sadly. But then again, there were certain minds that blazed as beacons of power and change, minds that has potential to achieve great things. They would either emerge to be challenging opponents, or great champions of the eternal void And so, he called out to them. He had sent a number of agents to recruit, which had infiltrated the ranks of practically every force on Tatakai. It was time to see what surprises they would hold... [spoiler]Open! Overpowered characters are welcome! Anyone who wants to destroy Tatakai, wants to experience some weird shit, or just likes the occasional boss fight, this post is for you. No armies allowed. Individual appearances are ideal but small groups will work too...[/spoiler] [spoiler]And if anyone wants to set up a plot thing, feel free to join as well.[/spoiler]
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9 Replies[b][u]Desert Problems[/u][/b] [i]Byoki Desert, 22:21[/i] Mark-54 had escaped the burning Dojoville. He dragged his boots through the sand, as they barely managed to stay above the surface of sand as it tried to eat him. The cruel South wind reduced his visibility to less than a mile. His bright blue cloak was faded and torn. Scracthes in the grew paint of the little amount of armor plating he had. The chill of the night only made the wind howl worse. How much longer could he traverse this sandstorm? The question lingered silently through the wires that held his consciousness behind the two cases of metal: The casing of of metal that was him, and his helmet. His helmet's HUD was set to track heat signatures as he trudged through the desert. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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64 Replies[b]Creatures of the night[/b] [u]time: night[/u] [i]there was a distinct chill in the air as silent footsteps echo over cobblestones as woman in heels walks down one the streets. Not many venture out this late execpt for her. That is the woman with long red hair emerald green and alabaster skin covered up by dark clothes. She was a vampire a tricky one as she spent months in town feeding off her victims she constantly changing her hair and eye color using hair dye and contacts. But her last kill though she accidentally left alive after she feed off of him as he slept next to his wife who she fed off first. But little did she know that she would soon be on someone's list as she walked along one the rooftops to her spot where she hides during the day.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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88 Replies[b][i]Drinking till sober...[/i][/b] [u]Just a bar in the dojo.[/u] [i]Something was wrong with Rook, sitting alone in a bar he drank away. He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol for years, now, he chugged away. Empty glasses lay in front of him, but more beer just kept being served. [/i] “Don’t worry, bartender, I’ll, I’ll be, fine, maybe.” [i]Obviously drunk, Rook would try to make conversation with anyone else, but they would simply walk away in disgust.[/i] [spoiler]open, low-effort post but I’m bored so -blam!- it, we’ll do it live![/spoiler]
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21 RepliesEdited by NightBloomsFell: 10/21/2017 3:02:35 AM[b]a new face a peculiar habit[/b] [i]a woman had been in the nearby towns lately. She wasn't in anyway bad at all. But people certainly noticed the habit she had when came to eating. The girl could actually eat metal alloys didn't matter what type either. She just ate it without a second thought at all. Any person that saw this woman do this would instantly cringe thinking about how awful this was. But in truth this woman wasn't even human she was a dragon a kind that element was electricity and yet she had strong enough digestive system to consume any type of metal imaginable. This strange woman currently sat on bench on the outskirts of this village she was traveling through at the moment. The woman had smokey grey colored scales that didn't look at all like typical dragon scales. But that was because it wasn't they were dull metal scales several times stronger than any regular dragon scales. Her teeth were strong enough also to handle such a unusual diet. the woman had on a grey cloak, a long sleeve purple shirt and black jeans. She had silver eyes and platinum blonde hair hanging loose. She seemed to be heading out though as before too long she left this town heading on her way to the dojo as she had heard about by others through rumors and wanted to see for herself. [/i] [b]a few hours later....[/b] [i]she was now walking up to the gates no clue really what to expect as she stopped at the doors and knocked three times. She sat down nearby waiting for someone to answer the gate and well.. she had pulled something out her pocket and she was chewing on it was like candy but she wasn't eating candy she was chewing on metal. [/i] [spoiler] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/236114732?sort=0&page=0&path=1[/spoiler] [spoiler]open new character. [/spoiler]
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[b]a cold autumn day...[/b] [i] it was chilly out so Akiko had resulted in staying inside for the day. She was wearing a black fuzzy sweater and blue jeans. She was thinking about the very strange woman she had met earlier though she hadn't actually seen Akiko as she had been hiding before went inside the dojo. But right now she was curled up on her couch her silver fluffy tail sitting in her lap as she reads from a book. She wasn't really expecting anything out of the normal either as she casually turned the page. She did eventually hear someone moving outside her door. She heard a light knock and Akiko got up to answer it.[/i] [spoiler]open [/spoiler]
