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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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152 Replies[b]Chapter Thirty[/b] The bed was soft as Zane opened his eyes. As he looked around he found himself in a small, cramped room. The walls were dark and the single sized bed he slept in covered half the room. The desk that took up the other side of the room was covered in small pairs of clothing that looked like they would fit a small child. Then, as Zane looked at himself, he realized. He was a small child. [spoiler]For Zane.[/spoiler]
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152 Replies[b][i]You'd Better Run[/i][/b] [i]"I seen 'em come, and I seen 'em go, I seen things and been people, that nobody knows I'm talking in pictures and I'm painting them black, I seen Satan coming honey in a big black Cadillac" -Motörhead [/i] [b]Outside of the Dojo Gates, 10:22 PM[/b] [i]The night had been one of torrential downpour and whipping wind, a strange and admittedly rare occurrence for the Dojo considering its location. Sentries paced about their usual routes, being beaten with rain and lashed by the wind. The wall, despite being lit up as it was every night, was hard to see through the driving rain. The moon was obscured behind the heavy rain clouds, the only light aside from the Dojo coming from the occasional lightning strike. Through the storm, however, a small feminine figure approached the Dojo gates, forcing herself into what looked like a pained jog, a German shepherd by her side, the dog soaking wet and muddy, just like her. She wore a pair of boots that looked ready to fall off of her feet, a pair of leather pants and a leather jacket, an old Mexican-style poncho thrown over her shoulders. On her back, a lever-action rifle, at her hip, an ivory-handled Colt .45 revolver. A gunbelt crossed her waist, and she had a bag slung over her shoulder, what looked to be an ancient mailman's pouch. Several knives sat atop her left forearm. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, mud and blood matting it. The front of her poncho was stained with blood, her jacket and shirt torn just below her chest, a bloody wound across her stomach. Both legs and arms looked to be lacerated as well in several places. Her left eye was blackened, blood running from her nose, mixing with the mud and water on her face. Reaching the gates, she collapsed into a large puddle, her dog standing watch over her, barking up at the gate.[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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106 RepliesEdited by Diase: 5/22/2017 1:36:27 AM[i]"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."[/i] -Stephen King on [i]Real Monsters[/i] [b][u]Contractors and Contractees[/u][/b] [u]Dojoville, 0000 hours[/u] [i]The quiet sobbing of a man was audible in the silence of night; his racking coughs, sniffs, and ultimately, the purely sad, pitiful sound of his cries that screamed to the dark, cloudy sky. In his dark alleyway, this man... was truly a saddening sight, an image that reflected the cruelty of humanity. The mercilessness. The depressive sounds of this man masked the soft footsteps of another. The second man towered above the first, as the first was curled up in a fetal position on the ground. The second man stood at a decent height of 5'11", an ectomorph body type. His hair was shaggy, artfully messy, and jet black, while his eyes were a dark green. For the second man's apparel, he donned a black, leather trench coat, the coat ending just below his knees. Underneath was a simple, army green, plain t-shirt, and a pair of black combat pants and boots. They looked rather clean; not recently washed, but not dirtied by dust and the like. On his hands were a pair of black, skintight gloves, that clearly served a purpose other than warmth. On his back was a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/dc/4f/39dc4fee3f08132d5490f4c22d03b1be.jpg]large sword[/url], 4'6" in length. Its color scheme was gold and silver; it had a kind of futuristic look to it, rather sleek, shiny, yet deadly. The material used to make the sword could not be determined; its blade looked to be silver, with a streak of gold running down its center, but upon closer inspection, that was clearly not the case. Holstered on the second man's left were a few items; a [url=http://i.imgur.com/XirWanC.jpg]handgun[/url], along with several compartments storing .50 caliber bullets. The other two items were both foldable [url=https://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6743/16891559.1b/0_12ab5e_a8f65530_XL.jpg]knives[/url], folded closed and stowed beside the handgun. Finally, holstered at his right side was a [url=http://imgs.abduzeedo.com/files/articles/cool-futuristic-weapon-designs/max-hoek-destinyweapon1.jpg?1428843196]rifle.[/url] The entire rifle was some shade of gray, making for a rather unnoticeable design. As the second man approached the first, his eyes were filled with pity, and sorrow. The first man looked up. There was pleading in his own eyes; now that his face was raised, he looked starved. Dirty, homeless. Heartbroken, as well. As their eyes met each others, the second man understood. Without either of them exchanging a single word, the second man silently drew his handgun from its holster. He pointed the barrel at the first man, loaded a single bullet, and pulled the trigger. The massive .50 caliber bullet flew from the gun to the man's head in an instant, breaking the sound barrier; the sound of the gunshot rang throughout the alleyway and through the streets of Dojoville, shattering the silence of the night. The sound of sobbing was immediately cut off, replaced by the hollow, lifeless thunk of the first man's corpse hitting the concrete ground. A moment's stillness from the second man, before he turned away, exiting the alleyway. However, just then, a loud crashing sound was heard to the man's left. Upon turning towards the noise, three figures could be seen. Two men, and a single woman; they each looked extremely muscular, yet still slim; their eyes were filled with a burning anger, and a deep sorrow that could make a fully grown male cry. The man leaving the alleyway immediately recognized that sight. They were Contractees. Slowly, his hands clenched into fists. Immediately, they ignited; black lightning and green flames exploded into existence on his fists, swirling around each other to fuse together, to create a unique energy; firetricity. The man entered a combat position; poised to attack; but it was three Contractees against one, and as such, he looked around to see if there was anybody to aid him.[/i][spoiler]Open. This is gonna be full of exterminating human lab rats (the Contractees), and a connection to a little mini-thing I'm making up on the fly.[/spoiler]
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176 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 5/11/2017 2:19:03 AMYour eyes slowly blink open from sleep. Your vision is still a bit blurry, but you can make out a strange figure a dozen meters away and you feel rough rubble and gravel beneath you. You quickly jolt awake, realizing you're not where you fell asleep last night. The figure's face lights up as it speaks with a robotic voice that comes off as surprisingly full of emotion. It has a sense of sadness and compassion behind it. "Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face? Do you realize we're floating in space? Do you realize that happiness makes you cry? Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?" As your vision gets clearer the figure gets closer and closer. It's very large, at least ten feet tall, and the sword it carries has an disheartening glow to it. [spoiler]Open. Tis' just a dream so don't worry about "My character would never get in this situation!" stuff. If they dream this can happen. This character has complete control in the dream world, but can do no physical harm.[/spoiler]
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116 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 5/21/2017 4:00:09 AM[b][u]A Temporary Return[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Gates, 00:00[/i] Sarah Grey had returned. The Warlock had returned one reason. She had grown more powerful. And she intended to use this newfound ability. Sarah through with excitement, unable to wait. And she ran into someone. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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136 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 5/21/2017 9:30:21 PM[b]Chapter Thirty One[/b] The ground was cracked and filled with sand on the hot Shi-Canyon day. The sun was nearing the top of the sky and the hundreds of vehicles were lined up that represented the Rebellion. Lyn and Henry were at a jeep, at the front line, and they were stopped. They were there, because Faolin stated he would have all of his armies assembled there for noon. In return the rebellion would follow suit. Now they stood at the edge of the battlefield, ready for anything. Lyn saw vehicles on the horizon but a mirage made them look as if they were underwater. "We should get ready." Henry said as he saw the sight. [spoiler]for Cthulu [/spoiler]
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2 RepliesHoly shit this is still going? Damn dude.
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205 RepliesEdited by A Stormy Dio: 5/21/2017 11:31:58 PM[i]"Chapter 1: The Plan"[/i] [i](Ceres, Sol System, Local Cluster)[/i] "Wow." Kasumi replied. Thousands of Alliance frigates, fighters, dreadnoughts, and cruisers roamed over Pluto's moon, as Kodiaks from all over landed onto the planet. Something went over the comms. "Invictus, this is 11th fleet leader Marcus Germaine; do you copy?" Someone asked over their comms in an African accent. [spoiler]Open to Royal.[/spoiler]
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97 Replies[b]Chapter Twenty Nine[/b] The castle was dim and dark as the three walked through its halls. It was quiet, dead quiet as Tyrell, Ari and a wounded Isaac walked through the red carpeted walkways. Eventually they made their way to a massive black door that was covered in blood. Then, the group heard something. Music. [spoiler]For Orn[/spoiler]
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50 Replies[b][i]Plants here plants there...[/i][/b] [i]It's been a quiet couple of days nothing out ordinary happening as Sylvie is venturing several times towards a known barren of land. what she doing isn't so obvious to the locals though because they are watching her from a respectful distance mumbling amongst themselves. "What's that strange grey skinned woman doing?"says a young girl. "Not a clue sweetie but she does know that nothing grows there."says the mother "Im not sure she does."says a man As they talk something happens that scares them greatly as they notice the woman glow a little bit as she revives the land around her. "What how?"says the woman Where the woman stands the ground underneath her comes to life as all types of plants. They are completely taken by surprise as they watch her transform the land around her. Some the older members of the group have never seen anything like it. They just watch not wanting to interfere with what she is doing. It was simple for her though cause she couldn't stand seeing barren ground. It would only take her a couple days to regrow the whole area. She had only this section left because it was twice the size anyway. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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95 Replies[i]Engaged in crime I grasp my throat Enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload Angry again angry again angry [b]-Megadeth, Angry Again[/b][/i] [b]Blowing Off Steam // Dojo VR Simulators // ???? PM/AM // JT [/b] [i]"Run program 35-B." JT stood not in a bar or a canyon as he typically did, but instead the Marshal stood within the centre of a colossal arena. Slate grey walls a hundred feet tall surrounded him and he stood atop nothing but barren dirt and grass below him, with hundreds of spectators filling the stands and a bright blue, cloudless sky staring down at him. The cowboy cracked his knuckles and grinned - He had not brought his weapons into the fray with the exception of his twin revolvers, and a series of bullets to fill them. He didn't even carry his lasso or shotgun o him, though he didn't need them for the time being. The enemy spawned was a soldier, adorned in black and red colours on his armoured suit. An Overwatch member from back in Cedyetica - No, a higher-up in the ranks, which one could tell from the KAP-8 feeder on his mouth and the lack of any firearms but a pair of machine pistols in his hands. The soldier drew them and quickly ran towards JT, firing the rounds of one gun to him with the intent to kill. The cowboy responded by lifting one of his hands and individually punching each of the bullets, as the steel of his fist and the linearity of the shots ensured that each would hit his fist. JT moved towards the soldier with a lunge once he stopped firing and made sure to bring his other hand up for a punch, though the soldier ducked under it and slipped around the back of the cowboy while ducking. When he stood, he felt the feeling of a blade piercing through his throat and an elbow driving it through. JT pulled his bladed elbow away and the weapon went back up through the forearm, sliding out of JT's wrist for him to jam it into the soldier's mask, cutting off the KAP supply before he could use any Psionics. As the lifeless body fell to the floor, JT looked around the arena. "Who's next?!" [/i] ((Open!)) [spoiler]NOTE #1: Overwatch units existed since before a good number of people knew what Overwatch the game was. They are not part of the same universe. NOTE #2: This is all in a virtual reality sim, so feel free to fight to the death, maybe talk in the process. No real repercussions. [/spoiler]
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79 Replies[u][i][b]A Fresh Start[/b][/i][/u] [b][u]Main Courtyard[/u][/b] [u][b]6:00 AM[/b][/u] *It was a cool morning, birds chirped and fluttered from tree to tree, doing whatever it is birds do at six o'clock in the morning. The air was soft and calmly brushed through the area, tickling the trees and the grass which swished and swayed effortlessly in return.* *The box, the dwelling of an alien creature named Sketch and his family rested next to the gate where it had always been, ivy crawling up the sides. Though his wife and children were often caught leaving and coming back, the original owner of the box had not left for years.* *The doors slowly opened, sunlight pouring in and landing on a reflective surface before hastily making its way to the eyes of any bystanders in a very painful intensity. A strange creature (if it could be called that,) stumbled out as if it was just pushed and the doors swung closed behind it.* *It stood five feet tall, but that detail was overshadowed by the 'creature's' head. It was not made of flesh, but rather shiny, polished metal. Angular with no eyes or any sort of optical apparatus. It only had two fins which protruded from either side of its head, equipped with a steadily blinking blue light strips.* *It wore a black trench coat and had a strange sword with deep ridges cut out of one side of the blackened blade strapped to its back. From what was visible of its hands and feet, they were covered in orange fur, whereas its tail was covered in red, orange and grey fur. Upon closer inspection of its figure, it clearly had a female body.* *The creature stood still, its head tilting in seemingly random directions as it swiveled from left to right.* [spoiler]Open, character intro.[/spoiler]
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115 Replies[b][u]A cafe in dojoville 4:00 PM[/u][/b] [i]Cornelia sat at a table outside of the cafe, drinking a cup of tea. She also had a phone out, surfing the internet with it. While she sipped on the tea, she occasionally looked around, observing her surroundings with a subtle preparedness to her. This wasn't for nothing though. Eventually, a rough looking strolling down the sidewalk walked into a store across the street. Soon enough, screaming could be heard inside the store and there was gunfire. It was being robbed. She put down her tea and put her phone in her pocket, running across the street to the store. Upon entering, it was much louder and the robber noticed her enter he turned to her and noticed a blue glow exit her body. He yelled at her.[/i] "Stop right there! Don't move!" [i]In the background, she could see a crying store clerk emptying the cash register. Cornelia stayed still and watched for a brief moment while pointed the gun at her. A sudden shock rattled the gun and he lost aim. Cornelia quickly drew her gun and pointed it at him while the cyber ghost suddenly appeared in front of him, warping his vision of Cornelia while she moved. He shot a couple rounds immediately, but he could not see and missed. Cornelia fired back with precision, hitting him square in the chest three times with her handgun. He stood with a look of surprise before falling to the ground, dead. The cyber ghost entered back into her and she waved to the store clerk and everyone else as she exited. Cornelia walked back to the cafe and sat down, finishing her tea like nothing happened. She grabbed out her phone and started surfing the web again. [/i] [spoiler]Open. Character intro.[/spoiler]
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84 Replies[b]Chapter Twenty Eight[/b] The room the manolorian stood in was small, quaint, and cozy. He stood inside Ulfric Tokage's house after the man had invited him in after a serious offer. Cannon could officially join the Tokage, but he would have to break his own set of morals and oaths to do so. The leader of the shadowy group stated that Can would have to take an oath to be initiated, and Cannon was not willing to do that yet. Ulfric gave him a day to think on it, as well as a room in his own home he could stay in. The room was under the staircase entering the home, beside the kitchen. It had white painted walls, an old dresser with a vase upon it to the right of where one would enter. There was a small single bed tucked in the corner of the room with a nightstand that had a candle atop it on a plate. The left side of the room was open and the rest was Cannons own space. Some down time, it seemed like. [spoiler]For Cannon. Movement is limited to this room for now. [/spoiler]
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8 RepliesEdited by stonebrixxx2: 5/20/2017 3:45:31 PM[u][b]Everybody dies[/b][/u] All these ppl realize how pointless this is and this thread dies off a slow painful death. RIP.
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6 Repliesyou weebs
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110 Replies[b][i][u]Bar Tales[/u][/i][/b] [i]A Bar Sonewhere In The Dojo....[/i] Finn McNamara sat on a bar stool, a beer in hand as he nodded his head silently to the music. Yawning, he glanced at the nearby clock. It read 7:30 PM. The Hunter shrugged and took another draught of beer, knowing he'd need a lot to get drunk thanks to his high metabolism, and took a look around him for someone to talk to, familiar or otherwise. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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Edited by NightBloomsFell: 5/19/2017 5:23:50 PM[b][i]Wicked dreams[/i][/b] [u]time: almost midnight[/u] [i]A little girl blonde sat up in bed covered in sweat and visibly shaking. She had woken up out of a sound sleep because of nightmares again. To her they seemed to be getting more vivid and gruesome each passing night. She couldnt understand them but it troubled her greatly. She looked up through the window above her looking at the starless night. She sighs unable to sleep anymore getting up and out of bed. She is still in her black plaid pajamas when she steps out to get some air. She was tired though as she down leaning up against the building. She yawned some more before sitting down. It had been days since she gotten a decent night sleep. It could be seen on her face how tired she was but those nightmares plague her. After while though she slips into sleep again sitting there. But this one was deeper than before. But just as before she is mumbling in her sleep. Her face was scrunched up as she continued to dream but its not a good one as tears start to fall down her cheeks. [/i] "No... dont... hurt... me.. im... sorry.."she murmured [i]she continues dreaming no longer aware of her surroundings. She continues to dream mumbling and murmuring in her sleep. The dream itself is dark unforgiving as she dreams being chased by something sinster. She never truly sees it though. She can hear faint screams of help haunting her. As something big is chasing her. She doesn't see it though until she is grabbed by it being lifted off her feet by but looking at it's face terrified her even more but it was just a wicked nightmare. But to people that seen her just lying there sleeping could see that this was her reason for lack of sleep. she continued to murmur and cry in her sleep.[/i] "No... stop... dont.."she mumbles [spoiler]open wake her if you want[/spoiler]
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87 Replies[b][u]Just Another Duel[/u][/b] [b][u]Dojoville Ruins, 6:35 PM[/u][/b] ------------------------ [i]"Gah!"[/i] [i]The young man's scream rang throughout the desolated ruins of Dojoville, gurgled and distorted, as blood spewed from his mouth and throat. Before he could continue his agonizing yells, the katana piercing his jugular was suddenly pulled out, the bloodstained blade slicing through the flesh and sinew before it's wielded hoisted it back, swinging it in a horizontal fashion towards her opponent's cheek.[/i] [i]The carbon-fiber blade cleaved right through the skull of the Dojo duelist, half of his face sliced off before he fell to the bloodied earth, his body shaking and quivering for a few moments before he went still. Brain matter leaked from his sliced skull, as his dark red blood dripped from his wounds and met the blood belonging to a decapitated woman...and a mage with a broken neck...and a soldier with a snapped back...[/i] [i]Luana had been killing recently, to say the very least.[/i] "...[u]And another one bites the dust,"[/u] [i]She muttered calmly, sighing as she wiped off her blade before sheathing it silently. The samurai looked down upon her handiwork calmly, blinking a couple of times underneath her armored mask, which was in the design of a growling oni of Japanese culture. Her armor in design was crafted in a samurai-like fashion, intended to be durable yet lightweight - a shaped ceramic plate covered her chest and wrapped around her body, while carbon fiber lined the interior, accompanied by kevlar and cushioning to soften blows. Her pauldrons, leggings and forearm armor were of the same material and style, the outer ceramite layer coated in a dark blue paint, while blood splattered over the armor due to...recent fights.[/i] [i]At her waist were two separate katanas - each intended for a separate purpose, while she kept two 9mm pistols strapped tightly to her waist, in the rare case that someone would draw a firearm upon her. She sighed once more, before calling out to whoever was within the Dojoville ruins:[/i] [u]"To whoever may traverse these ruins - know that I seek nothing less than a true challenge! Come! Let us duel, to a stalemate or to death!"[/u] [spoiler]Please provide links to your character's biography. Should honestly be melee battles only tbh.. Decide between a battle to a legit stalemate or death. No ganks, you cucks. Open.[/spoiler]
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13 RepliesEdited by gizmonster: 5/18/2017 4:02:36 AM[b][u]The Ignorance of Many[/u][/b] [i]Outside of the Dojo, somewhere in a large park watching the sun set on the flat horizon[/i] "How hard is it to comprehend the fact that Tatakai is flat?" Disciple Gizmo often wondered. "If people would just LOOK at the horizon.. if people would THINK for themselves.. they could see that Tatakai is flat" the cloaked figure muttered. [i]I must remove this ignorance from the gene pool.. once and for all..[/i] *cocks pistol* [spoiler]Open, Intro, and I'm new[/spoiler]
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36 Replies[b]Something Manly and Impulsive...[/b] [i]Dojoville, ???[/i] Lieutenant Mark Render stumbled down the beaten path, his combat boots kicking dirt and gravel with every step, as he slowly made his way towards the city walls. After Gonzo had seen the city from the mountaintop, they'd decided to make camp inside of the D77-HTCI's hold, and wait out the ruthless blizzard. The snow had polished his armor, once more honing the battle-worn suit to the keen pinnacle of combat that it had once been. It had been two days since they had departed, and still they hadn't yet fully descended the mountain. Their rebreathers had prevented them from oxygen toxicity, but their heavy packs had issued a large toll upon their legs. They were beaten, exhausted, and tortured by their cruel surroundings. Even sleep offered no respite. Render was still plagued by his memories of New Mombasa: vivid flashes in the night; still ambiance broken by staccato gunfire; the alien shrieks of Jiralhanae echoing throughout the concrete jungle. Hell had been emptied on that day, and its demons had walked upon Earth. It was fitting, therefore, that the Helljumpers would make New Mombasa their crucible. They were now a hundred meters away from the Dojo's gate. Render gazed up at it, but exhaustion stifled his curiosity. He withdrew his M6/SOCOM from its holster, set down his rucksack, and cautiously advanced towards the wall. Gonzo and Smith covered his back from the tree-line, where they were scouting the area with their UAV drones. [spoiler]Open to all, but we need access to enter the Dojo. Keep in mind that they are straight from the Halo universe, and have no idea what to expect on the inside, so don't treat this too casually. [/spoiler]
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97 Replies[b][u]First Impressions[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Gate, 10:54[/i] Another guardian had found their way to the Dojo. A Warlock, to be exact. This Warlock carried no weapon,and wore simple armor. The Warlock was very nervous, after all, she had no idea what was on the side of the gate. Dandelions began to grow at her feet. "Kali," her ghost chided, "Stay calm. There are a few other guardians around here." [spoiler]Open. Intro.[/spoiler]
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116 Replies[b][i]If Only There Was More Time...[/i][/b] [b]It was a cold night for the dojo, what made it worse was the downpour of rain that seemed to go on forever. But, Jackal still stood outside, sitting down on the wall far from the more populated parts of the dojo. Something bothering his mind, rather, it was still the day he lost the only people he could ever call friends. Jackal's AI, stood silent. The small green form took that of a humans, and looked the same as Jackal. The small figure just sat in silence as the rain poured down. The only thing seen was the slight blue glow of Jackal's helmet, and the green of his AI. While sitting, Jackal grunted, really that was his only way to communicate for the moment. His throat being shot while in combat a long time ago, taking his ability to speak. His AI would do most of the talking, if he were to communicate. Jackal had his AI project a small screen, what seemed to be a recording, the record of what happened to Jackal's friends. The video of his helmet camera showed him and his four friends, Davids, Rhodes, Ryann, and Carter. All five of them gathered on a small cargo ship, flying over an unknown city. Their orders were to simply drive their tank and clear a path. It wasn't anything new, just the same old stuff. They all laughed and joked about the war, thinking everything would go smoothly. Once the ship landed, they quickly entered the tank, the door swung open and they began to drive through the destroyed city. They lead the convoy of tanks as they patrolled the quiet streets. They all were bored, no fighting, no nothing. Until, something went wrong. The sound of the tank breaking was heard.[/b] "Hey, Marius, fix the damn tank." [i]"Got it."[/i] [b]The voice was Jackal's, he quickly stepped out, and began to inspect the problems with it. He finally saw the problem, something had damaged the fuel line. He turned to see if he was clear, when he noticed two friendly tanks aiming at him and his squad's tank. When he realized it was a set-up.[/b] [i]"Everyone out of the tank now, it's gonna expl-!"[/i] [b]The shots rang out. The tank is blown up, and lit on fire. Jackal struggles to stand up, he notices two friendlies approaching him, but not to help. He tries to pick up his rifle to return fire, but they are quick to shoot. Jackal is hit, he falls to the ground, shot in the throat. [/b] [b]"Just leave him to die. We've already gotten his friends and he'll bleed out soon enough, lets get out of here before we're caught."[/b] [b]The rest of Jackal's camera feed sees the soldiers leaving. It isn't for a long time until medics finally arrive to help Jackal up, the final footage is of the destroyed tank, burnt away. Then the feed is cut to static. Jackal remains sitting in the rain. He shuts off the record, and looks down at the helmet he recovered from the wreckage. It seemed to have survived the flames, the visor was cracked and the metal burnt black. Jackal then sat in the rain silent, thinking of his friends.[/b] [spoiler]open for interaction.[/spoiler]
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134 Replies[b][i][u]"Bound by Nothing"[/u][/i][/b] "Well shit Cylus. Looks like you actually made it. I'm proud of you." The voice of Marker said to Cylus as the two stopped outside the safe house where Carly had taken Cylus' armour only two days prior "You've exceeded some of my colleagues expectations from someone that's never even heard of the Militia and IMC." Marker continued, not going inside quite yet [spoiler]For Cylus![/spoiler]
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96 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 5/15/2017 9:39:17 PM[b]Chapter Twenty Seven[/b] [i]"Sensei Royal, what is your location?!"[/i] Tesuto asked royal over his comm's. Royal found himself at the edge of the lush green woods of the Kakusa woods, home to the Kakusa grove as well as a secret war that had been waged for millennia. The sun beat down on him with it high in the sky. Royal tracked Lilly to this place. It had been weeks now, but it was time to find her and finally convince her. Even though she was more stubborn then her brother.... [spoiler]For Roy[/spoiler]
