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[b][u]Rest And Relaxation[/u][/b] [b]In a small clothing shop, on the outskirts of Dojoville, a giant was strolling through. Not literally a giant, of course, but she was a huge person. Standing at seven-feet-eight-inches, her head almost reached the ceiling. She was picking something up from the cashier, probably some custom-fitted clothes. She was wearing a blue, light jacket, with some dark grey sweatpants. The jacket seemed very soft, made from some sort of dyed fur. The sweatpants were just custom, generic sweatpants. She slid some cash to the cashier, and picked up a bag down near her feet, which were bare. Not even socks to cover them. It was clear she had the money to afford all she would need to fully cover herself, it just seemed she didn’t want to buy shoes. She would continue on to other shops, looking in every shop just in case.[/b] [spoiler]Open. If you want, pick what type of shop you intercept her in, if not I’ll handle it.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Empress of Fire[/u][/b] [b]Chapter Two - The Fires of Combat[/b] [spoiler]For Splash and Cthulhu[/spoiler] [b]Khaom, The Arena of Thorns, 2:30 PM[/b] [i]A single horn. And all that followed was cheering, as the first fight had begun.[/i] [i]The first of the battles that transpired within the massive, circular fighting pit would be held between two nobles and their prized slaves: one a hulking brute of a man, with a great mace and a shield in hand, and the other with a shortsword and a dagger, built in a lean, adaptable manner.[/i] "They say that most fights only last ten seconds. Fewer, even." [i]Rue whispered to the disguised Traci next to her, as her fingers dug into her seat as the signal horn rang throughout the arena. At that, the two warriors charged against each other, entering the ring of sunlight overhead and clashing as the crowd cheered in bloodlust.[/i] [i]And on the other side..[/i] "A gift, for my Guardian." [i]A cloaked Charla whispered to her champion, whom was disguised in an attire himself. Fabio looked different than beforehand, though still comfortable yet, while his Khaomite buyer offered to place a grape into his mouth.[/i] "Your fight will come, soon. You will fight. And you will win. You will be rewarded with the finest prizes imaginable, dear champion. Or.. you will die." [i]At that, the dexterous foe then fell to the ground, drowning in a puddle of his own blood, as his opponent raised his mace and finished his target for good.[/i] -------------------------------- [spoiler]For JT.[/spoiler] [b]Khaom, 2:30 PM[/b] [i]She had made it inside.[/i] [i]Natalie would blend in with the crowds of Khaom, for the most part, though she needed leads on this Charla individual. She wouldn't likely get any information from a normal passerby - but an agent had been assigned to a nearby bar, yet. Checking it out would be beneficial.[/i]

[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][b][u]Der Flammenesser, el Infierno Colorido, the Smokeater, the Eater of Flames.[/u] Southern Ollimand[/b] The sun was setting, going beyond the horizon, leaving the cloudless sky a canvas of mixed colors. A hooded figure walked through town. The cloak was long and black, and did its job of concealing the bearer. One could determine his height to be about 5’11”, and the skin on his right arm had a fair tone to it, but the rest was hidden either by his cloak or his clothing. Speaking of clothing, aside from the cloak, he dressed casually; a dark gray t-shirt, black sweatpants, and solid black running shoes. The town itself wasn’t crowded, but wasn’t a ghost town, either. There were vendors selling things, and people buying them. The streets were made of dust and dirt, while the buildings all had two floors, and were all connected side by side to form a city-like, western style place. But just then, a loud screaming occurred, too panicked and distant to determine what was said. But all the people in the street broke into sprints, all in the same direction; coincidentally, the direction the hooded man was facing. One of the residents bumped into the man, who was still leisurely strolling, oblivious to the world. Upon seeing this, the resident began yelling at the hooded man. [i]“Je to GFJ! Berou rukojmí, běžte!”[/i] (don’t bother Google translating, everything is incorrect) And evidently, the hooded man couldn’t understand a word. “[i]Another[/i] new foreign language....” The man grumbled, pulling down his hood. It revealed the face of a man in his mid-twenties. He had a head of wild, restless black hair, a sharp, handsome face, and stunning emerald eyes. He also clearly hasn’t shaved in weeks. And he replied to the panicked resident with a big, bold: “ME NO UNDERSTAND-O!” However, that was [i]before[/i] seeing the panicked expression upon the man’s face. Then, it was all business, as the cloaked man’s demeanor became serious. He started analyzing the other man’s body language. He quickly managed to determine that there was some sort of villainous organization down the street, and they were doing what they did best. That was all he needed to know, as he, like the residents of the village, broke into a sprint; only in the opposite direction. Towards the danger. He eventually arrived at a street intersection. In the center of the plaza was a fountain, where civilians were being tied up in a circle. Filling up the plaza were dozens of people dressed in black. A lucky break for the cloaked man; he was dressed in black, as well. He pulled his hood back over his head, and began making his way through the crowd of wrongdoers, slowly and inconspicuously. He was headed towards the hostages. As he approached, the hostages looked to him with expressions of fear, but he made no move to explain to them that he was friendly. He only helped tie them up, until the other people dressed in black turned away to face each road, waiting for law enforcement. That was his chance. His right hand extended an index finger, from which a tiny yet brilliant emerald green flame appeared. He carefully used this flame to burn away the ropes that bound the hostages, but then put his hand up, signaling them to wait. He then threw off his cloak, revealing only one thing of importance; his left arm, a sleek, black, cybernetic one. His palm was extended towards one of the four roads that were attached to the plaza. All four exits were blocked by enemies, but that was about to change as the artificial veins in his cybernetic arm began to glow with orange light. After a mere second, a huge explosion occurred. It came from the cybernetic arm, as it blasted forth a hellish inferno of napalm towards the exit. It did its job, burning away the flesh and life from the enemies that served as a roadblock, leaving only their echoing screams. In that same instant, three other things happened. First, the one who launched the napalm yelled at the hostages: [i]“Běžte!”[/i] And they would all stand up and began sprinting towards the path that the man had opened up. Simultaneously, his eyes changed color to a deep amethyst hue. Huge flames that matched that color–amethyst–erupted from the man, expanding until the purple flames formed a massive sphere around him and the hostages. This was all in a single instant, as bullets began flying towards the shield of violet flames. But the flames seemed to serve as protection–the bullets all burnt up and disintegrated as they hit the flame shield, keeping those within it safe. They only continued to run, followed by the flame shield, until they were well away from the plaza. That was when the shield of purple flames shrunk to only cover the one who’d freed them, as he turned back towards the plaza.[spoiler]Enter however you see fit. Sorry if the post made absolutely no sense, I suck at RP’ing lol[/spoiler]

[b][u]Knights of Silver[/u][/b] [b]Chapter Three - The Enemy Underneath[/b] [spoiler]For Royal.[/spoiler] [b]Relocated Trayven Encampment, Rivelria, 8:42 AM[/b] [i]Fire. Fire, and death, and sand.[/i] [i]That was all that Elina dreamt of, the night after the raid.[/i] [i]Suddenly arising from her medical bed, with beads of dribbling sweat forming upon her head, Elina's worryingly strained eyes searching for some semblance in her reawakening. She had a small meal, next to her bed, though only one functioning arm to pick it up: the other, right arm, was shattered and broken in the midst of the tragic battle. She sighed, resting her head back against the stiff pillow.[/i] [i]Alric. She needed Alric, not rest.[/i] [i]Rising up, Elina had found that her right arm had been bounded with a cast and sling, as it then rested where her solar plexus would be, simply hovering over it. Stuck there, really. She hated it already: this wasn't her first injury, but this was her first broken limb in the field of combat. Nonetheless, she would exit her tent, muttering to herself as she began her search for Sir Alric.[/i] "Alric, Alric.. where is that damned Witcher when you need him, I wonder?" --------------------------------- [spoiler]For Frog.[/spoiler] [b]Underneath Riverlia, Unknown Time[/b] [i]Mion had been searching, traversing through endless, dim tunnels, for.. minutes? Hours? Days? Time was lost and meant nothing, in the everlasting labyrinth of forgotten runes and catacombs that she traveled throughout. She had found languages and books of languages that were beyond the world that she knew, and odd, massive weapons that were too heavy to heave into the air, even by a normal man, as she had found it near impossible to bring them up through regular means. They were claymores yet, but different. Older, from a time long ago.[/i] [i]The only remedy that she found to her lonely state would come soon. A humming, a distant one, yet far down the hallway to her right. The hall's depths began to ignite then, with a fiercely white energy. The hums themselves were not of Niki, nor feminine, but deep and ancient, as if sung by an old man whom was at his final peace. Perhaps.. perhaps this was her pathway. A sign that would lead to resolution.[/i]

[b][u]Knights of Silver[/u][/b] [b]Chapter Two - Deep Within[/b] [spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler] [i]Oliver found himself thrown to his knees. His bloodied, torn remnants of armoring clattered at it's harsh treatment, though the constant ringing in his ears and the pain swelling through his entire body would drown that out. He was in a dimly lit room, though not some sort of interrogation room like the others had been taken to. The others, as in the few survivors. Prisoners of war.[/i] [i]He was horrified. For all of them. The men would be thrown in slavery, or forces to fight, wouldn't they? The women, forced as subjects for these sand warrior's pleasure? It tore away at him. That night, he took twenty-one lives - an impressive count, for a youthful knight with only a sword, a dagger, and a fetched shield from a fallen ally that was busted and broken. Why not end his life?[/i] [i]The supposed leader of the desert warriors, a man wrapped in the cloth of his fallen prey, scoffed underneath his masque of death as his obsidian eyes looked up at a figure that Oliver could not see. His head had been forced to stare at the ground by steel hands, his arms bounded together loosely, though he dared not to attack his captors. Few had tried to resist. All had failed.[/i] "You promised me gold, Knight-Commander. Where is it?" [i]The muffled, accented voice of the man would ring out, as he approached the figurine of the Knight-Commander, still hidden away from Oliver's gaze. A soft clatter was heard, as if this Commander was turning his head: a man wrapped in the shell of armor, evidentially.[/i] "I did," [i]His voice rang out through his steel helmet, deep and smooth, yet youthful but matured still.[/i] "The bаstard will be our hostage, for a greater reward. But harm shall not befall him, nor the others that came amongst him." [i]Oliver's immediate reaction was.. surprise, perhaps. Was it a lie? Or was it truth? He would deny his constraints, soon finding himself looking up at this Knight-Commander - fully adorned in steel plate, with no sigils nor symbols upon the white cloth, and-[/i] "[i]Cur![/i]" [i]A sudden slap was delivered to Oliver's face, sending his bounded frame sprawling to the cobblestone flooring as his face would grind against the stone. He felt a boot stomping onto his head, as the sand warrior's treacherous leader hissed at his stomped prey.[/i] "I.. do not agree to these terms, not with this abominable thing amongst their ranks! Fuсk the rest of them - but this one put his sword through a son of mine. An eye for an eye - but first, the hand that committed the crime!" [i]Oliver would hear the ringing of swords surrounding him, while the warriors of the sands that once held him down then surrounded him, their backs turned to his soon rising frame. He saw the Tribulation's knights drawing their blades, a faint glimpse at the mysterious Knight-Commander then drawing his own, before he felt a blade and tightened against his right hand. Then, only searing agony ran through his arm, as a rushing scream of agony escaped the young man's lips. He could feel the muscle and flesh being sawed apart, he could feel the sharpened blade cutting through the wrist as if a saw was ripping through.[/i] [i]When the deed was done, and before the battle ensued, all that Oliver saw was a limp, sawed off, right hand, before his vision then fell into a deep blackness.[/i] [spoiler]Imma get the open posts up.[/spoiler]

[i]”A Past Remembered”[/i] [i]Dojo Arena, Simulation: Shila XV[/i] Practice. Fight. Live and Survive. Those were always the rules that any known soldier must abide by, alongside being noble and loyal toward whatever side they may choose. Perhaps it was more Sure for Shila. Wearing a dark blue tank top, with a black hoodie tied around her waist, black sweatpants, and black sneakers, she was seen combating what seemed to be a simulated version of a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/36/31/a1/3631a121f48cd08701c5b4ae1af692eb--arte-samurai-samurai-warrior.jpg]samurai[/url], wielding a dual-bladed weapon, the two locking saber to saber. She proceeded to stab the samurai through the eye, the Simulation crying in agony as it disappeared, destroyed. With Shila panting, she sat down onto the grass, resting, and thinking about her life in General up to that point. [spoiler]Open to anyone.[/spoiler]

[b][u]The Merc[/u][/b] Zane had followed Mr.Ralphies co-ordinates to the edge of he Tatakoi planes, and stood at the edge of the mountain range. As he looked at his map(whether it was digital or not) he went to the area specified, and found the old wooden tower the pants salesman had mentioned. It was beaten down and worn, and the crows nest was hardly existent as the wood had fallen into disrepair. Inside this tower, Ralphie told Zane there would be a hatch, leading to the actual base where the salesmen would reside. [spoiler]for Zane obv[/spoiler]

[b][u]The Pale Rider[/u][/b] [i]”When calamity speaks, the Pale Rider is it’s sword. Bone, steel, it cuts a vital cord. Blood, blood, coating the land. All by the Pale Rider’s hand. Calamity waits, craving destruction. Greed of the earth, causes corruption. The Pale Rider, one wanting to sweep. The world oblivious, too busy, until blood begins to seep. The Pale Rider brings only death and doom. Everyone feeling a large gloom.” -Excerpt from the Chant of the Pale Rider.[/i] [u]”One must understand why it does what it does. It is not an evil being, it just wishes to restart. This isn’t the first time sentient life had stared it down, and it certainly will not be the last. It wants things to thrive, but we ruin it. Every time, without fail. We’ve driven it back before, time to do it again. I do believe it has something to do with its prophets, but I do not know what.” -Excerpt from “A Study On Mythological Beasts” by Davis Cheller. [/u] [b]”Oh praise be the Great Cleanser! The great one who takes us from this place to the next! The one who saves us!” -Excerpt from The Chant of the Pale Rider.[/b] [b][i][u]31 Days Until Calamity.[/u][/i][/b]

[b][u]MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️[/u][/b]

[quote]"The shield of daybreak, Never grew opaque, As darkness approached; It radiates still, With an iron will, And protects those who are weak."[/quote] [b][u]Dreams of the Shield[/u][/b] [i]The Six Spices, Khalosh, 13:36[/i] Phoebe sat in a ramen shop. The shop was rather small, and only had where the soup was served and four small tables that seated two. [url=https://youtu.be/KU5o6M7S5nQ]Sunny[/url] and cheery music, played quietly throughout the shop. The young looking Warlock was occuping an entire table to herself. Her diverse collection of colored pencils was laid out to her right. Her sketchbook sat in front of her as she drew her masterpiece. Her Wings of Sacred Dawn seemed to glow as the falling sun of the winter shined upon it. Her blonde hair was illuminated by the same light, as it shined like gold. It fell like a waterfall, tumblimg down her back with a certain grace as it remained tucked behind her ears. Her hands would fly around her sketchpad and two her pencils vigorously. She was focused. Phoebe seemed calm, yet not. One may wonder, what was she drawing that would take up most of her attention. The truth was, she sorta daydreaming. She was sketching someone she had seen appear in her dreams. Someone who would often appear in them in such a way. But the mystery to her, was: Who was this man to her? Would he be her hero? Would he be her lover? Would she meet this man? Who was the man? As she continued to sketch the one from her dreams. She worked to remember and capture every detail of him. One may shine bright, as mystery would await her. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][spoiler]Kudos to who gets the reference in the ramen shop.[/spoiler]

[b]A Very Merry Pirate Christmas Somewhere in civilized space[/b] Alpha sat in her sparrowhawk, still docked in the ship. She kept watching the radar, eyeing the liner they were stalking. They'd picked this one up ever since they left planetside, and had been eyeing its crew of wealthy patrons. She flicked a switch and activated her comms. [quote] "The ship is approaching interdictor range. Lemme know when."[/quote] With that, she waited. The girl was tense, having been out of practice for a very long time. She wanted it over with. She was just wondering how the hell they'd manage this, considering Takatai had some serious defenses. If they decided to help this liner out... She gripped the joystick in her right hand, and the throttle in her left. Only time would tell [spoiler]You know who are[/spoiler]

[i][b]RUNNING[/b] Running... ...always running. [b]FOREVER[/b] Why? Why forever? Is there never rest? [b]SEEKING[/b] Seeking what? What is there to look for? Is it something of value? [b]BLOOD[/b] Who's? Why? Why seek blood? Does that mean murder or bloodline? [b]GO![/b] Go where? So lost... ...so lost. Set to forever drift into nothingness.[/i]

[b][u]Calmly Resting[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Woods, 15:20[/i] The younger twin of the Grey twins sat on a bench near the edge of the forest. She wore a pale green shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. She seemingly trying to relax. She was stressed about everything that was going on. Lunar was nearby, and Seraph in the neural implants, constantly scanning for any threats. She sighed, "Well... I bet a bunch of people are after me." "Yep," Lunar replied. "Wait a minute... didn't Oliver say something about being a bastard child," Sarah asked. Seraph appeared, using her avatar, saying, "Scanning memories. Yes, he did, on multiple occasions." "S**t. Well then, I hope Trayve spies don't find out, my luck, they probably will." "Spies have been keeping tabs on you," Seraph told her. "Well, I'm glad I put a invisibility code on you before you left the house," Lunar added, "I don't think they followed us. Which is why I uncloaked you." "Great. I broke someone's heart. Am getting spied on. People hate me... well.. people they always have... and I have so many regrets and too much free time. F****k," she muttered. "Well, aren't you the talk of the town," Seraph joked. "I hope not." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler][spoiler]FYI If you attempt a Red Wedding, there will be a PM sent to Orn and Angry Pan will show up.[/spoiler][spoiler]Or Asap and NCR will be hunting you.[/spoiler][spoiler]And if you try to pull BS, expect pms to both Orn and Asap. I'm not against pming both.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Vitrine[/u][/b] [i]Jewelry Store, 23:00[/i] A man wore a grey pin-stripe dress shirt, white vest, dark grey dress pants, and a grey fedora. He shattered the glass window of a jewelry store without touching it. He wore a white masqurede mask. The alarm went off. The fragments of glass became razor-sharp, as they fell to the ground. "Une collection de bijoux plutôt exquise, j'ai volé le bon magasin," he muttered. He held his black rapier in his left hand. He shattered the glass of the case, as he grabbed a paticuluarly beautiful red jasper pendant. "Venez père, oh beau, volcanique, gemme." He grabbed a silver wristwatch, placing it on his right wrist. He reconstructed the glass jewelry case, breaking another one, and gathering up three 2-karrot rings. He shoved them into his pocket. "La police ne pourra pas m'arrêter," he muttered, grinning. He snatched a pair of peridot earrings, and a golden chain bracelet, and lapis lauzli choker. He placed all the items into his duffle bag. He struck the cash register with his rapier, opening it. He stuffed all the cash in the duffle bag, zipping it up. [spoiler]Open, Intro[/spoiler]

[i][b]Master of Social Interaction[/b][/i] [i][b]Time: 3:48PM[/b][/i] [i][b]Location: Dojo training building.[/b][/i] ——— *Sapphire sat quietly against the wall. She had her legs crossed with her hands placed on her knees, her tail curled neatly around herself. She was covered in the silver plating of her exo-suit, minus the helmet which rested on the floor next to her.* *There was a sign on her right that read [i]Friendly practice fights, get to know me. I can’t hear, so other forms of communication are necessary.[/i]* *She was not one to go outside and interact with people, which meant that the majority of fellow Dojo residents were unfamiliar to her. The few friends she had saw this as a bit of an issue, and convinced her to try talking to people. She did not like talking to people and was unable to hear their replies.* *She then elected to both talk to people, and fight them. She could fight far better than she could make small talk. It was a form of communication to her, even if it was basically just an argument in physical form.* *She continued to wait, sighing patiently as she watched others train.* [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b][u]THE END OF THE 2017 DOJO TOURNAMENT!!!![/u][/b] “WE HAVE OUR CHAMPION LADIES AND GENTS!” Haakon bellowed throughout all of Ragnarok. “A NEW CHAMPION, WHO PAVED HIS PATH WITH ILLUSIONARY PROWESS AND UNPREDICTABLY, USING THE FEAR OF HIS FOES TO HIS OWN WHIM AND ULTIMATLEY BECOMING VICTORIOUS THROUGH THE FIERY CRUCIBLE! YOUR CHAMPION IS.... [i][u]BEDLAM!!!![/u][/i]” The audience in the arena would break into a hysterical cheering that would last nearly five minutes. After more then a dozen fights and tens of fighters, The victor of the annual chaotic mosh pit was victorious. A statue of Bedlam would be created within the arena, standing tall as the man had a sky stone carved grin representing his mischievous nature. As the real Bedlam walked into the arena and stood victorious, a golden crown formed around his head, as the simulated arena suddenly collapsed into nothing but white sheets which revealed the stone paved walls of the fantastically built building. Bedlam had won. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, this will conclude the tournament. Thank you all so kindly for your patronage! Everything raised here will go towards reconstruction efforts towards the other islands, as well as Ragnarok. Thanks to all of you, we have raised MILLIONS of dollars to help us in this matter. And of course, we must thank those who participated, for without them this never could have happened! Thanks to them, we raised this money and gave you all a show to remember! So once again...THANK YOU! And with that, I wish you all a good day, go in peace!” [b][i]AWARDS!!!![/i][/b] [spoiler]Best fight: Dale and Bedlam first bracket Best banter: Vic and Tubbs Most Honourable fighter: Dale Best Fatality: Bedlam against Dale(by default) Coolest use of environment: False CHAMPION: Bedlam And now...THE REWARDS! Tubbs: A new scythe modification. Upon construction the scythe will now have the option to create waves of fire and ice up to ten feet in front of you. Vic(orn): A plasma rimmed shield modification. Upon construction your shield will be able to have a rim of hot plasma lining flow around it, making a defensive piece of equipment a surprising offensive weapon. False: Colossus destroyer Augmentation. A chip that can be installed into the android, the colossus destroyer chip allows 13B to summon a pillar of hardlight technology that allows her to swing the massive pillar into any foe with ease, causing tremendous damage. The pillar also shatters, and these pieces can hit anything near by. The pillar and it’s remnants disappear after five seconds after breaking. Can be used once every 20 replies in a fight. Dale: Boots and Gloves of the Tatakai monks: The fur lined boots shimmer with energy, increasing Dales speed so that he could sprint at 40 kilometres per hour. The gloves increase the amount of damage he is able to dish out, allowing him to crack a stone pillar harmlessly. It also increases the amount he can lift and throw by double what he has now Bedlam: The sword of the Celtic Champion. This blade is 45 inches long with the hilt being 10 inches long, making an intriguingly shaped long sword. The steel gives off a faint red glow as the double edged blade is 5 inches in width. The guard of the blade consists of a grizzly bear with a crown on its head, coming out both sides of the blade. The grip is easy to grasp, as if it was made for bedlams hands. In fact, there seems to be a magical connection that prevents the blade from leaving his hand unless he deems it so(you cannot be disarmed). The pommel is the same head of the bear with a crown on its head, with ruby eyes that glare with a certain fury. What else can the blade do? There are three buttons at the top of the grip. One large one in the middle, one red one on the left of it and one blue one on the right of it. Upon pressing the large button, the blade splits its two. The two sides of the blade retract back towards the bear guard, and then they immediately begin to spin at a rapid pace. Creating a rotor of steel. In this formation, the blade has two options. 1) Creates a red burning plasma shield that melts any oncoming projectiles, shielding Bedlam from anything coming towards him. Once used, the shield needs twenty replies to recharge. 2) Celtic Laser. A laser fires out from the grip with incredibly precision. It is able to fire at the speed of a lever action sniper Rifle and delivers a terribly powerful attack(essentially the force of a .44 caliber round that is able to melt armor. Discretion is advised.). He can use this option as much as he likes. Also, any projectile that flies towards the blades and piercing Bedlam has less of a chance of success. Discretion is also advised. This weapon is the accumulation of all of bedlams awards. With that, the rewards are done! And thus, so is the tourney! [/spoiler] [u][b]The future of the dojo tournament[/b][/u] [spoiler]So, this was the last tournament i will host. I’m kinda tired of doing it and that clearly showed this year. Sorry to anyone who got sacked because of that. I tried to return to the way I did it my first year, but clearly I can’t just do that. Anyways ya, sorry for pooching it but I hope at least some of you had fun! Because that makes it all worth it! BUT YA. THIS IS THE LAST ONE I’M DOING. So now I know what you’re thinking. “But pantsu, who’s gunna do it then?” And ya, I’ve decided. I’m giving full rights of the dojo tournament to [b][u]ASAP.[/u][/b] the guy has a lot of good ideas I agree with and a lot of fixes, and I believe he is the best suited to take the job. Also if you PM me about some beef you have with asap that I didn’t know about, know that I don’t really give a shit. <3[/spoiler] [b][u]Also, another kinda important announcement[/u][/b] [spoiler]so on January 26th, I’m boarding a plane to New Zealand where I will be spending the next 5 months. Because of this, I want to let you guys know that I’m not sure if I will be active throughout this time. Then next fall I will be going to university, which is another reason I’m giving up the tourney. But ya, basically I could possibly be MIA for five months. Just letting you guys know![/spoiler] [b][u]SO NOW I’LL SAY AGAIN, THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED! CARRY ON NOW FOLKS![/u][/b] [b]TLDR; Bedlam won. Dale, Bedlam, Tubbs, Vic and False got awards. I’m giving the dojo tourney to ASAP. And I could be gone for 5 months.[/b]

[b]Swingin' like a fist, singin' like a bird.[/b] [i]Dojo main courtyard, late morning.[/i] The weather was just cheery, absolutely splendid as it had started to rain. It wasn't a nice rain mind you, but a cold rain. A rain that very well could have been snow, but was rain instead. And not a freezing rain either, just really, really cold rain. Quincy was out in the main courtyard, sitting under a tree with a tarp draped above him, keeping any pesky drips off of him as he ate his breakfast. Freshly baked flatbread, a slice of pumpkin pie, and a mug of what looked like piping hot eggnog. A pair of circular sunglasses were perched far up his nose, covering his eyes as he ate in respective silence. Slouched against the tree, he seemed to be relaxed somewhat as he munched his bread, wiping some crumbs off his chin after a minute or two. From the way he was chugging his eggnog, it'd be safe to assume it was another one of his bottomless beverages. The rain continued to fall lightly as time went on, showing no sign of getting any heavier or stopping. Time itself seemed to take forever to move. (Open to all.) (This interaction can be anything so long as it doesn't get me banned.)

[i]Epilogue: The War Has Only Begun (from that Imperial Invasion WAY too long ago...)[/i] [i](Destroyed Imperial Sector, Khalosh 2 months since Imperial Invasion)[/i] [spoiler]Below in the spoiler is mostly the non-interactive part of it. Mostly just explanation. Also Italics= They’re speaking the Corpus language.[/spoiler] [spoiler]A Void Key cracked in half. A dead woman, dropped dead, fire and bristling destruction around the body. The Imperial symbol, once gracefully shown in this section of the less than perfect planet of Tatakai, was now torn and nothing but a piece of cloth. Nothing but rubble and the rotten smell of a concoction of burning bodies, and fallen weapons, most of rotting Imperial bodies. Sure, some Imperials survived the invasion and had now attempted to rebuild their defenses in Tatakai. But Kiyala’s regime of the Empire here? It came at an end with a group of people which can be compared to a more badass version of Rogue One... Velinnea, the Mandalorian- turned clone commander who had a knack for pistols and snipers. Victoria, a faithful, and loyal warrior who fought not only for the Dojo, but of her individual group-mates as well. Nathaniel, the Mandalorian commander who joined Victoria and the Dojo army in the siege of the Imperial Sector, and was very protective of everyone, especially that of his fellow Mandalorian. Treyman, the man whom had come to aid the Resistance, after him and fellow cowboy JT helped destroy the Star Destroyer [i]Belligerence[/i]. Tethys, the Jedi Master who was brought by accident to Tatakai, and helped to stop the tyranny of the Empire from spreading to the rest of Tatakai. And Bariss, the Tenno, whom wished to bring herself into the Dojo, proving that she could help the Dojo after judgement by Tesuto nearly a year before. Alongside others, this was what eventually brought the downfall of the Empire, and brings us to today... When a new faction made itself known. [/spoiler] ——————————- A [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/warframe/images/0/0f/MOADE2.png/revision/latest?cb=20140930125254&path-prefix=fr]few robotic units[/url] came out of the gunship, alongside a few [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/warframe/images/1/18/CrewmanDE.png/revision/latest?cb=20131207100410]Crewman[/url]. Three of which ended up coming up last, saluting as they got out of the way, their [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/warframe/images/0/05/SloScrambusFull.png/revision/latest?cb=20151006210402]leader[/url] of the small group coming out. [i]”What shall we do with the body?”[/i] one of the Crewman asked the leader. [i]”Two of you deal with the body. The rest of you, move forward and make sure this is secure. Keep the MOA’s here.” [/i] their Leader said, the five walking out into the hallway ahead of the main throne room...if you could call it one. The five Crewman walked out into the desolate hallway, some big TIE fighter that had crashed during the battle in the middle, dead clone troopers and Stormtroopers surrounding the Crewman. They wouldn’t expect a surprise attack. [spoiler]Open. Consider this an intro to something in a few months...[/spoiler]

[b][u]A Rose Amongst Gold[/u][/b] [u]Chapter One - Across Tatakai[/u] [u]Winra Islands[/u] [spoiler]For Jen, Sleek, and Frog.[/spoiler] [i]Three boats were sent out, onwards to three separate islands.[/i] [i]According to Isabella's acquired information, the Tribune had acknowledged the presence of a paranormal anomaly, specifically originating from one of the more secluded areas of Tatakai: the Winra Islands, to be exact.[/i]

[i]Music blared throughout the Dojo, the genre not really set; more of a stream of consciousness, if one could equate a musical arrangement to that. This had been going on for almost two days straight, not a break in volume for 47 hours. As for the source, a relatively tall humanoid robot was the cause of this disturbance. Internal speakers hummed and blasted music for almost twenty blocks. An unbearable racket indeed. Many would find this obnoxious, or even a statement of defiance towards general law; but to Isole, this was just a daily routine. He thought nothing of the complaints of those who were able to get close enough to him without going temporarily deaf, believing that because they were so few and far in between that the public enjoyed his display. As he neared the center of the town, he ejected two thin, black blades and mimed drumming. What a wonderful day it was.[/i] [spoiler]open af[/spoiler] [spoiler]Ey. It me po. I'm back after a good long break. Take it easy on my post, still getting back in the groove of writing a post that can actually be responded to instead of a full length chapter of a book. Respond how you please, just know this guy is a bit strange, and I highly advise reading his bio. Link to bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/240737521/0/0/1 [/spoiler]

[b]Tis the season...[/b] [u]Location: Dojo Time: Noonish[/u] [i]It was pretty jolly for most but not all it seems as it got closer to long awaited Christmas everyone was busy either wrapping gifts or visiting family and friends. It was for some at least a happier time but not really for leyla though as this was the first time she wasn't feeling exactly happy to celebrate it. Her two boys luka and yerin could tell in the way she would look at the last photo she had took with lola in it. This led the two boys to hide or move any photos with lola in them. As much as leyla told her two boys she was fine it didn't stop them from hiding them. This actually led up to azalea finding them one day hidden in the back of their top dresser drawer hidden under a stacked up pile of pants which she was talking to the boys about since she was out for the moment.[/i] "Why you hide these from her luka and yerin? "Says azalea "So mom wouldnt be so sad all the time."says yerin "she's always sad when she sees photos of Lola. " says Luka ---------- [b]Elsewhere...[/b] [i]Leyla is seen taking a walking with Keira following her as a black cat. She could tell that she wasn't the happiest person right now no matter how she smiled and she was fine. Keira was after all a twin and could understand the loss she felt wholeheartedly as she jumped up on the bench leyla had just sat down on. Keira just simply nudges her hands as she sits there next her. Leyla doesn't say much but just sits petting Keira back as she sits there. Keira doesn't say much just being quiet as leyla just pets her back. Keira eventually turns her head when she hears someone approaching.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]The ninja, the station, and the hammer.[/b] [i]Outer Tatakai orbit, 12:49 AM Dojo time, sometime in December[/i] The fragmented chunks and remains of a small Corpus cargo ship floated aimlessly into orbit around Tatakai, it's life support module flickering on and off at random intervals. Whatever was left of the command console was emitting a broad signal causing mild interference with interplanetary communication in the Dojo at the moment. Any initial scan of the wreck would indicate that it's main storage compartment was still intact and powered. It was quite the oddity for sure, as it made a wonderful target for scavenging. And this is where this new story begins. The Tenno awoke with a silent thud of his heart, becoming aware that he was no longer in stasis. He couldn't remember why he was there or how long he had been there, and soon discovered that his warframe's power had been siphoned in order to sustain the room's life support system. The alerts were flashing across the glass screen of the interior of the stasis pod, constantly informing the inhabitant of the slowly decreasing time he had left to live. He didn't feel anything, not quite yet. Waking up from stasis had left him confused and disoriented, having no clear purpose or drive to base any action on. The signal from the command console was still emitting, buzzing annoyingly across a broader range of frequencies. (Open.)