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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
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
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198 RepliesEdited by Skatch142: 1/1/2018 3:49:13 AM[b][i]Militant Boredom[/i][/b] [b][i]11:11 AM[/i][/b] [i][b]Somewhere Uninteresting that is Within the Dojo[/b][/i] *It was killing her, she knew it. It had seeped into her skin, coursing through her veins. It slowed everything, dried it out, beat it down and squeezed every ounce of interest from what remained.* *It drifted through the area, blowing on the breeze like a cloud of smog. It was dulling, blurring. It took away anything to hold onto and left only a rift in it’s wake. There were no footholds to grab onto, no rope to pull herself up, only open air that clawed away at her being.* *It was slow. Eternities rose and fell within the duration of the process. It tore away, but restrained as well. It bound that which tried to change and muffled it, forcing it into a bottle that was sealed with a cork.* *Sapphire lay on the ground and stared blankly at the sky. Her pupils never moved, not even when a cloud crossed the path of their focus. She blinked, the black slits in her eyes shrinking when exposed to the light once more.* [u]So bored...[/u] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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4 RepliesU are the big gay
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3 RepliesThe link never works for me! (to join the group, that is)
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43 Replies[u]New year? Well time to hunt a Yeti [/u] [spoiler]...Did I just turn Red Riding Hood into a non witcher Geralt of Rivia?[/spoiler] The Morning after all the new years celebrations for most seemed to likely be a lazy day. The winter made for a fantastic time for Alexis to sell lumber to those with wood stoves and fireplaces. It was a cold day of work but being so easy to make sales, She had to make sure to keep her inventory up. Besides, she had more than enough animal hides to fasten a fur layer to her large red cloak. After a morning of hauling tree after tree she headed into her cabin to warm up and see what was going on in the news and while she was at it, were there any interesting bounties fitting of her expertees? After a bit of scrolling on her laptop with a cup of coffee to warm her hands, she found one that seemed just crazy enough to be right up her alley. :Twelve dead and several hikers wounded atop an unmarked trail up in the Ko Rudo Mountains. Survivors report, a large white furred mammal with immense strength and a loud primitive physique. Do not approach: She scrolled through the article and found a link to its price on a bounty website. 200,000 dollars for the proof of its death. It must have been near a commercial trail for a price that large. Alexis picked up her weaponry and headed out to Dojoville to see if anyone wasn't suffering too hard of a hangover and see if anyone was interested in splitting the reward. Red was great against werewolves with her arsenal of silver but something told her this think on the mountain, wasn't going to have the disadvantages of her usual targets. [spoiler]Open! Tis a boss fight.[/spoiler]
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5 Replieshttps://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mp433n4KzDA Screams. Sobs, crying for help. Gunshots, yelps of pain. The crackle of flesh and wood burning. Garin tossed and turned, his vision in his dream focusing on one thing. His daughter. Evelyn. She had Garin's blonde hair and her mother's pale gray eyes. She was young, and frail... and afraid. The crackle of an unstable lightsaber. Burning flesh, boiling metal, getting closer and closer. "Stay here", he heard a voice say. He turned, and saw a younger version of himself run into the night, his wife beside him. A low chuckle, a pained shriek as his previously impaled wife fell to the ground. A kick to the head. Darkness. Screaming, wailing, for daddy. Daddy, help me. Daddy, please. Garin jolted upright in his bed, covered in tears and sweat. "I'm gonna find that son of a bitсh if it's the last thing I do. Evelyn..." Garin turned to look at an old photo of his daughter. Laughing. Smiling. "I'm coming." [spoiler]Probably my best post in a long time. Open for feedback. This is the start of a long and tedious plot that might take up the whole of 3 months, if not more.[/spoiler]
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162 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 1/1/2018 5:17:32 PM[b]Rise of the Overthrower[/b] [i]James' Grave, 00:00[/i] James awoke. He seemed to be alive. He was breathing, again. He wondered, how was he alive. The Titan breathed in. He breathed out. "What is going...? I'm supposed to be dead," he muttered. A fourteen-year-old young girl looked a lot like a younger Sarah. "You," he spoke. "Hello James," the girl spoke. "You... why did you bring me back, I was living the perfect afterlife! I got tortured only every other day!" James asked. "Sssh," she said, "Just be happy you're back." "Why? I don't want to be back!" The girl's right hand lit up with whitish-blue light as a disk of fire of the same color surrounded her right eye. The hand sent a tether of this power as it hit James' forehead. [i]You are glad to be back[/i], she spoke. "I'm glad to be back." [i]You want to stay alive.[/i] "I want to stay alive." [i]You will go find Sarah.[/i] "I will go find Sarah," he repeated. In her left hand, his Ghost, Delphi, rebuilt itself and came online, thanks to this mysterious power. The girl disappeared. And he grabbed the side of his head, "Ow..." [spoiler]HAHAHA! He's BAAAACK.[/spoiler][spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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4 Replies[i]A Party for the Ages[/i] "YEET!" Garin shouted as he flung an empty beer can into a trash bin, causing excited shouting and yelling from the half-drunk crowd. He stepped back and wiped his brow, looking down at his black leather dress shoes. Garin had chosen to dress up for the New Year's Eve party, though he still carried a concealed knife. The crowd returned to their seats as soft music began to play. More people would arrive, allies and enemies alike, gathered in friendship for a single day. Or so he hoped. [spoiler]OPEN! Happy New Year to everyone! This post is open for pretty much anything and anyone; interact with each other and have fun. It's been a helluva year.[/spoiler]
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9 Replies[b]pick up the phone:[/b] [i]Dojo Aerospace; an hour before [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/241277880/0/0/1]touchdown:[/url][/i] Drake scowled in the cockpit of his repulser-craft, both annoyed and frustrated with his current situation. For one thing, he’d gotten the lat./long. coordinates wrong, and the Arrowhead had let him go a few hundred kilometers from where he’d planned on being. Next, and perhaps more pertinently, he hadn’t put enough gel in his now-unkempt hair, which flopped around on his forehead now, despite his attempts to angrily blow it off of his face. Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the cockpit glass, Drake’s frown deepened. The stubble that he’d stylishly grown for Damien Lordan’s party had grown slightly rampant, to the point where it didn’t quite qualify as a 5’o’clock shadow anymore. His hair was messed up, failing to meet his lofty standards of excellence. Oh, and he’d also seemingly betrayed one of the more dangerous people that he’d come across in recent years. That sucked too. But then, inexplicably, something other than his face caught his gaze. A beat-up SAT phone, wrapped in a band of green duct tape, had found itself lodged in a nook of the cockpit behind his chair. Reaching back with his prosthetic arm, he grabbed the odd device, and decided to call the phone’s only contact: the one and only Winchester. [spoiler]Open to Xeno [/spoiler]
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12 Replies[b]ATTENTION CITIZENS OF THE DOJO[/b] I need a character to kill, preferably someone that people like and care about. In turn, I will have possibly the entire Dojo at my heels in the witch hunt of the century. It will be lit, it will bloody, and at the end of it all, every dead character will be resurrected for further use. Volunteers, reply to this post. Others, reply in spoilers. Thanks guys.
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34 Replies[b]Making Things Right:[/b] [i]Dojo Woods[/i] Breaking through the low-hanging mists of the Tatakai woodlands, [url=https://i.imgur.com/rQ8Ylvu_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium]a small repulser-craft[/url] touched down in a clearing, its nearly silent engines barely disturbing the tranquil wildlife surrounding the area. Pushing the cockpit forward, the tint craft’s infamous occupant revealed himself, his crimson jacket contrasting with the surrounding pale greens and blues. Drake looked around with his prosthetic eye, double-checking the coordinates that Alpha had given him when she’d reportedly seen Caroline here, only a day earlier. Within a few seconds, he spotted the crashed wreckage of a Frontier vessel lying a few hundred meters Northwest of his position. ‘[i]So she made it out alive...[/i]’ Drake thought to himself, sighing a deep breath of relief. The pleasant moment didn’t last. His relief was followed directly by a grim reminder of his mistakes. He’d left her up there to die... from her perspective, he must’ve been some cowardly scumbag, who was merely interested in watching his own back. ‘[i]And she’s not entirely wrong there either,[/i]’ he thought sarcastically, as he shouldered his rucksack of supplies and made his way towards the crash. Hopefully Caroline was still there. [spoiler]Open to Kruos. [/spoiler]
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[i]De asini umbra disciptatare[/i] [i]dojoville, starbucks[/i] A tendrils of blue flame licked the walls of the Starbucks, leaving the wall blackened and scorched in its wake, as a shockwave resonated out of the cafe, shattering glass instantly and sending various coffee-related wares flying out, quickly followed by a man, with scorched hair and slightly burnt clothes, who was himself trailed by another bolt of aquamarine energy, which was ducked, and continued to completely bisect a nearby tree. Out of the store stepped a woman, radiating a cruel blue that seemed to consume all colours around her The man managed to get to his feet in time to see her emergence, and quickly took a cylinder off his belt and started to back away. "Look, I didn't [i]mean[/i] to offend you, and I don't really want this, so if-" The woman cut in. "Don't worry, you're not alone, in [i]your[/i] situation, I don't think anyone could want this." "Okay, I've got places to go, so-" He was cut off by a high-pitched whine coming from the woman's hands as blue light began to crackle around them. He rolled his eyes, and pressed a button on the cylinder, as a light blue shield extended from it, only to be bleached white by a blast of energy coming from the woman's hands. the man crouched down, careful not to pet any part of his body out of the shadow of his shield, as if he was in the eye of a storm of white fire. The cylinder started to beep urgently, as it began to heat up, it's batteries beginning to be overfilled by the immense energy collected by the shield. The man winced as the cylinder's heat began to cause pain, and connected it to a thin cable attached to his belt, which began to glow red, then yellow as it had to carry the load placed upon it. The belt started to light up, and sounded a bleep of contentment as all of the devices attached to it were charged, and the man attempted to take a device, looking like the cross between a swis army knife and a charge pack from the belt, burning himself on the cable in the process, and activated it, an orange light starting to glow from it, as he deactivated his shield, cursing from the burn. Instantly a veritable shelf of white crystal formed where the shield was, refracting the light hitting in, which its self was crystallised, until a small wall of crystal separated the two. The man pressed a button on the device, and the wall of crystal began to expand towards the woman, who countered it with a stronger blast, which, of course, sped up it's spread, as it shot up the beam, until it reached it's source, the woman's forarms, by which time she realised perhaps she should stop. The man turned off the device and started to examine the work of art he had helped create, and then left. "Excuse me?" He turned around, to see the woman awkwardly leaning on her crystallised forarms. "What?" "Aren't you going to call the police, or...?" The man shrugged. "No, that stuff's hard light crystal, couldn't do -blam!- to it even if I tried." With that, he walked off, internally mourning the loss of the Starbucks destroyed. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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45 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 12/28/2017 11:49:38 PM[quote][b]Time to Think[/b][/quote] The sun had just reached its highest point it would in the winter sky and the Dojo courtyard was filled with the sound of the warriors training. However, the sound of clashing blades and gunshots was suddenly mixed with the sound of an acoustic guitar playing the song One by Metallica. On one of the benches sat a girl with a guitar and a white hood covering her head. She had on a long white cloak, covering a rather slim frame, pale skin, and long silver hair. Her chest was covered by a blue long sleeve shirt and a black skirt covered her legs. "I can't remember anything, Can't tell if this is true or dream..." She began to quietly sing, tapping her foot in the air as she crossed it above her other leg. After a while she stopped though and picked up a rock, tossing it at you. "Hey, you!" [spoiler]Open. Do whatever.[/spoiler]
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3 RepliesEdited by Kruos the Wicked: 12/30/2017 7:14:23 PMNevermind
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42 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 1/5/2018 5:00:49 AM[b][u]Grey Family Reunion[/u][/b] [i]Undisclosed Location[/i] Mason had the biggest grin on his face. Thanks to alternate timelines, he now had a load of grandkids to meet. He basically pranced around his daughters, as he waited. "This is gonna be a mess," Sarah muttered. "Yup," Mia agreed. "A huge ass mess. The worst part is most of the mess is mine." "I can tell by the overjoyed Mason." "I know." "You going to tell anyone?" "David already knows. So does Phoebe. But I don't wanna end up dead," Sarah muttered. The blonde Warlock Phoebe showed up, "Hello Mom of a different timeline, and Aunt Mia of a different timeline." "I hope she didn't bring the rest of her family," Sarah muttered. "Oh, OF COURSE I DID, SILLY!" Phoebe shouted, "They'll be here in a second." "Oh no...." Sarah muttered. "Well, you always wanted to perma-kill James, didn't you?" Mia asked. "Why did Alt timeline me have to marry him...." Sarah muttered. Suddenly, a rather happy, confused, yet familiar, voice asked, "Sarah?" The Warlock sighed, "Mia, if I tell James that I love him, shoot me to put me in right mind." The happy James picked Sarah up from her seat and gave her a bear hug. "Help.... me...." She begged. David then showed up, the Titan noticing her dismay, "Aw... poor Sarah. I wonder how many of my half-siblings will show up." James was still hugging Sarah, while she squirmed, trying to break free. Then, a redhead Huntress with green eyes, and green Road Complex AA1 armor to match approached, "There's my little brother." She stood 2 inches taller than David, and messed with his hair as she passed him. Her own red hair was in a braid. "Eyy! It's the cool aunt," she said, pointing to Mia. The Huntress approached her taller, redhead, counterpart, "Yeah. The awesome niece of a different timeline. Name?" "Iris," the redhead replied. Mason ran in, giving Phoebe a bear hug, "My granddaughter!" Then he gave one to David, "My granson!" Then he repeated the same thing with Iris. [spoiler]For Royal, let the madnees and bear hugs begin.[/spoiler][spoiler]Canon.[/spoiler]
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112 Replies[u][b]Good Business | Billhook Cleaners, Dojoville[/b][/u] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler] Billhook Cleaners. The new family-owned cleaning business that had just opened up in the Dojo. It was a genius idea in theory - in a place full of battles and bloodshed, there was no place to give proper maintenance to equipment. They offered custom jobs: steam-cleaning powered armour, service drones that handled enchanted swords, and AI that could strip, clean, then reassemble the most complex guns that looked like they were pulled out of the pages of some sci-fi magazine. A conventional business, and the only one of its kind. After all, it seemed much more useful to the Dojo than a Starbucks - well, ever since Starbucks had stopped being a weapons shop. The owner was one Mason Cartier, an aging white man who seemed well-built for his middle age. Salt and pepper hair was neatly combed, in-line with his casual button-down and khakis. Mason limped through the many cleaning units that lined his building's walls. He used a gunmetal grey cane to aid in movement, his left leg entrapped in an exoskeletal brace. A strange thing in the Dojo, a place where mechanical augmentation and magic could easily fix any sort of ailments. He reflected on the conversation that came just before while drifting between cleaning units, losing himself in his own recollection. ~~~ "Who would've thought that you'd end up here of all places?" the Arabic man asked his friend at the counter. He chuckled in response. "My days in the field are over. I'm better off in my quiet little business here." "You and I both know that's not true." "Of course it's not. This is my job as well as yours." "No, I don't mean that." The storeowner was silent for a moment. "How can you stand it, Moss? Knowing that there's maniacs like that still out there? People like [i]him[/i] from here?" "I can't, Art." "Mason. It's Mason now." "They really [i]do[/i] have a sense of irony, don't they? Moss, Mason, Lingchi." "Don't remind me of him. He gives me the creeps." "You get used to being constantly psychoanalyzed." "Speak for yourself." The two shared one last laugh before the Arabic man stood up from his bench and gave his old friend a hug over the counter. "Stay safe." "In a place like this? That's impossible." "As safe as you can, anyways." Fixing his turban, the well-dressed Mr. Moss put his dark blue suit jacket back on and adjusted his signature hunter green tie. "I guess I'll be seeing you, [i]Mason.[/i]" "You too, Moss. You too." ~~~ He looked at his digital watch, accessing his calendar and checking if there were any special visitors scheduled to come. As soon as he began scrolling through the various dates, he shrugged and closed the app. If anyone noteworthy came in, he would deal with them accordingly.
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4 Replies[b]Patch #iduntremember[/b] -Fixed a bug that let cannon come back. That was your daily patch boi’s.
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2 RepliesI iz god.
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125 Replies[i]"......Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird.. and if that mockingbird don't sing..... Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..... I love you, my little Alexandria." "I love you momma." The girl giggled as the woman kissed her forehead, then leaning back to admire the fragile porcelain features of her daughter. Under the layers of covers and elaborate nightclothing, lay a girl of high status. As she looked, her mother disappeared in a puff of smoke, and she stood outside of a burning country house, lit by the friction of the chaos of a dozen scared souls. The woman's voice rose in pitch and tone as her cries of anguish -crying for her only family not with her- pierced the smoke and the pain of the humans inside. "ALEXANDRIA!" The little girl, covered in blood and dust, tried to speak, but could not. She reached, but her hand was not her own, the fur and paw strange and alien. Alexandria then could only watch in horror as she felt a jerk just between her shoulder blades as a needle found its way into her. She blinked, and saw whiteness. Dressed in only a thin paper sheet, her diminuative and frail body was covered in blood and vomit, as she had been doing so for a long period of time. Scientists laid her on a table, and ignored her cries for mercy as they ripped her open with scalpels and their knowledge. The last thing that reached for her was her mother, burned and bloodied and aghast at what her daughter had become, asking one thing "....Alexandria?"[/i] Alpha's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, her hangover burning behind her eyes with a dull ache as she surveyed the inside of her ship. Blood and booze spattered the walls as the remnants of a drunken fight played out in her head, something about.....nothing, it was gone. She shook her head and went out onto the entrance ramp, sighing. With a shaking hand, her animalistic yet rather doll-like fingers took a cigarette out of the dwindiling pack she always carried, and Alpha flicked her fingers in a single motion as a small flame lit the end of the newly aquired addiction. Smoke curled from the end and from her lips as she removed the burning rod, and the girl looked out onto the Dojo and the burnt out husk of a city before it with her usual unenthusiastic distaste. Despite the christmas festivities, she was alone and hurting. Mentally, her mind burned with a hundred memories not her own, not to mention the wrongdoings of her own she had committed. Emotionally, she still stung from the loss of Pandora due to her own mistakes, and her denial of the fact. Yet deep down, she knew she was at fault, no matter what justifications played across her mind. Physically, she gave up on recording that one. Bruises, aches, and pains all flared up whenever she moved, a side effect of letting her mouth run faster than her brain. So deep her reverie, that she failed to notice the newcomer. Something that always happened, given the fact that nobody in the Dojo seemed to care about minding their own business. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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3 RepliesHi, I'm back.
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9 RepliesEdited by Kruos the Wicked: 12/28/2017 5:26:20 AM[b][i][u]Random Announcement on the Subject of Celestial Bodies[/u][/i][/b] Okay, okay. I know I'm not an Admin and I really have no reason to make an announcement here, but listen anyway. Tatakai has a moon, and the name of that moon will now be officially known as [b]Concordia[/b] (at least for the time being) as opposed to its former title of Lunar. [spoiler]And yes, Pants vouched for this. Feel free to ask him.[/spoiler]
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17 Replies[i] "Once, a scholar betrayed his fellows at Byrgenwerth...and brought forbidden blood back with him to Cainhurst Castle...”[/i] He remembered gray. Gray was the sky. It was little after dusk, and the sun had just retreated from the horizon. A warrior stood before him. An executioner wearing white garb and a golden helm, a wooden wheel covered in viscera and dripping with fleshy pink chunks in his free hand. His other held a Blunderbuss. He remembered his legs springing, crushing the corpses beneath him into a viscous paste to join the mud. The executioner screamed terribly, swinging the large wheel in a wide arc. He remembered the pain of the varnished wood slamming into his ribs and his body flailing limply though the air. He remembered the taste of blood. He remembered his hands digging into the snow to grasp at the soft mud beneath, and flinging a shower of red-brown paste at his adversary. The executioner shrieked and fired his Blunderbuss. He remembered the spray of bullets slicing the air just left of his cheek. He remembered how easily his hand tore through the executioner’s sternum; how his heart caved in inside his palm. He remembered his tenebrous armor painted red and eyes burning as he looked to the sky. A gray sky. He remembered another cry, a woman this time. His head snapped at attention and his legs tensed. He remembered the second wheel slamming into the ground in front of him, resonating a hollow crack as it met a corpse. He remembered arching his feet and letting his saber pass through the woman’s abdomen. He remembered torquing his wrist and slicing the nice cloak she wore. He remembered red on white. On their cloaks, on the ground, on their skin. He remembered seeing his comrades fall as stones. He remembered their bones being reduced to meal and their flesh pulped and flattened. He had killed so many. So many had fallen to his blade and bullet to no end. He remembered his family burning. He remembered cradling his wife’s charred corpse in his arms. He remembered his daughter becoming dust in the wind. He remembered hot tears mixing with cold blood. He remembered rage. He remembered moving like a gust of wind and pounding flesh like a battering ram. He forgot what the uses of swords and guns and armor was. He only remembered the blood from then on. He remembered metal being driven into his limbs, rusting coils constricting his bones. He remembered what it was like to be burned alive. He remembered what it was like to have no skin, no eyes, no hair. He remembered a faint whisper of death. An inky blackness that filled up all senses. He remembered being born again. He remembered the Hunt. Then, he remembered arrival. He strode through the Dojo’s gates, his past coming back to him like agonizing pulses of a wound that never healed. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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