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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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15 RepliesEdited by Lordbakon: 12/10/2017 3:12:50 AM[b][i]The Empress' New Clothes...[/i][/b] [b][i]Eris had placed an order for something very special. It was a traditional item to her people, or garment for that matter. Many would expect due to her past, she would despise her 'people', but she wasn't referring to the ones who owned her for many years. No, she meant what many would call 'Werekin', her actual race. When they were hunted down and persecuted and enslaved, many took up the mantle to protect others. They became known as[/i][/b] [i]Valguan[/i] [b][i], Or "Wereguard" in her tongue. They were the ones Eris aspired to replicate, what she had been more or less trained to be.[/i][/b] [b][i]She had a newfound confidence with the new armour and gear. On her legs were metal plates that seemed to hug her legs, a shining silver. The dark purple material similar to her usual black coverings could be seen at the joints, tougher than the usual coverings, though still leaving the toes uncovered with a metal plate on the foot. The plates looked as if they would split apart, and in the case she sifted they would, and reveal hidden extras to make the armour work even then. Around her waist was a purple sash, coming down over her back right side with the symbol of a shield with beast face on it. Continuing, her stomach was bare, dark purple war paint running across it in strange patterns. Her left arm was covered by a large metal gauntlets that covered all but the fingers, the left showing the warpaint again with the hand hand lower arm having a gauntlet as well. Her upper chest was covered by a metal plate, again looking very durable. Many would see the weak points fo the arm and stomach, but with her agile fighting style and enhanced strength and speed it would be hard to hit these spots, plus Eris' enhanced durability and minute healing factor she could survive a stab there. She grinned as she wore the new armour, with a larger knife strapped to her lower back, and a sword that looked like a Falx with a straighter tip was in her hand. She usually didn't show as much skin as this, especially removing her coverings even on just one arm, though she didn't mind it with the pride that came with wearing the armour. She didn't even notice the other person approaching her.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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41 Replies[b][i]A Dance of Blades...[/i][/b] [b][i]Sim room.[/i][/b] [b][i]The sabre slashed into the first hologram with a practiced ease, faking to make an opening in the target's defenses. Angelo stepped back as he swing the blade, turning and sidestepping another slash as he did. He slammed the pommel into the hologram's jaw as he quickly followed it up with a stab into the hologram's gut. The simulated deck of the ship under him creaked as he faced his next opponent, parrying a stab towards his gut as he pinched the man in the face. He dropped his blade, grammes the man and knees him square in the jaw, sending him back a bit and knocking him out. He drew the sword again, taking offensive on the next and final crew member. He chopped down, a stroke that was parried by the man, who retaliated with a stab. Angelo drew his kukri from his hip, blocking it and slamming the blade into his opponents neck. He finally turned to face the captain of the ship, locking Blades with the man as the two circled each other[/i][/b] [b][i]Lon donned his usual apparel, giving him an almost pirate like appearance especially with the bandana and tricorn hat. Of course the sene added to it and the sim made sure he looked the part. He wore dark brown baggier pants, a white button up with a few buttons at the top undone. One hand was on his chest as the other held the sabre as he circled with his opponent. He mad the first stab, parried away as was his opponents counter slash. He grabbed the captain's arm, slamming the handguard of his Saber into the man's face to knock him back. The captain barely blocked Angelo's slash, as Angelo unleashed a flurry of blows to push him to the edge of the ship. He gripped the captain's jaw, trying to force him overboard, nearly succeeding until he was kicked in the stomach and knocked back. The captain moved forward, faking a slash from the right before changing it to one stragint down. It was sidestepped by a millimetre as Angelo knees him in the gut, making him double over as he stepped to the side, gripping his sabre with both hands as he slammed the blade through the man's neck, severing neck from shoulders. Angelo sheathed his blade with a small flourish as he took a step up onto the ship where the wheel was, looking over his new Galleon before it faded from existence, Angelo removing the hat as he did, sighing a bit.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
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103 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 12/9/2017 4:11:04 PM[b][u]Namesake[/u][/b] [i]James's Grave, 12:47[/i] A [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/239566044/0/0/1]Titan[/url] held his helmet tucked under his right arm. The man had pale skin, greyish-blue eyes, and dark brown, almost back hair, that was combed to the side. He knelt down in front of the grave, as a sign of respect to the fallen fellow Titan. His gem-purple Ghost floated at his shoulder. The two inspected the grave. The Titan's armor was mismatched. "So this is the grave of my namesake," David sighed. "I still don't understand why your mother named you after this asshat," the Ghost asked, her voice sounded like that of a teenage girl, "She must have hated you." "She loved me. She just wanted me to redeem his name," he replied, chuckling. "This guy was one of the first Sentinels, you know?" Amethyst replied. He summoned his shield, placing it on the Titan's grave. David sighed, "I probably have a lot to redeem for him." "You do." [spoiler]Open. Intro.[/spoiler]
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26 Replies[spoiler]Is the Dojo destroyed(again)? I can never keep track.[/spoiler] [u]Dojo Front Gate[/u] [b]Thunk[/b] "Ow. Didn't see that coming." [i]The voice laughed quietly to herself at the joke.[/i] "Big place, big door... uhhh... Anyone in there!?" [spoiler]Open! I might actually be able to reply in a reasonable time today.[/spoiler]
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11 Replies[b][i]Dojo woods[/i][/b] [b][i]The Cost Of Power...[/i][/b] [b][i]A cool breeze flowed through the forests around the Dojo, the sun at its highest point not even taking the chill away. A few animals could be heard through the forest, along with the extremely careful movements of Leon. His spear rested on his back, crossbow in hand as he looked for prey to hunt. He didn't know why he enjoyed hunting: maybe it was the idea it was similar to his military experience, though less risk of him dying. Maybe it was him imagining being able to provide again for his family. He couldn't place a finger on it. His hair was its usual black, styled but messy look. His lightly tanned skin and lavender eves stalked through the brush, a calm look with a slight grin on his face. He wore dark blue jeans, his usual boots and a dark green jacket to blend in to the foliage as he moved through. A few small cracked of dull electricity arced over his body as he moved though the woods. He looked for his prey, moving quietly as he did, before coming into a small clearing...[/i][/b] [spoiler]open. PM if you're gonna help me with his arm problem.[/spoiler]
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60 Replies"They say time heals all wounds but does it really?" -unknown ------------- [b]Leyla's and Serenity's Return...[/b] [u]Time: early afternoon Location: Hayes's cave [/u] -------- [i]It had been months since the death of lola since the rest of the hayes's family had pretty much up and disappeared with out much trace vanishing into thin air. Many of their friends assumed they had left never to return but that wasn't the case at all it seems... As a portal was seen opening near serenity's home on the hill. Several people are seen exiting followed by someone who had apparently had been brought back through some unusual miracle or unholy magic... But it couldn't be him could it? Hovark Eugene Hayes in the flesh very much alive and kicking. He was currently surrounded by his two daughters children. Which was veena, sivath, jura, syrilth, yerin and lastly luka. Serenity however was on edge as she watched them while occasionally looking around clearly still paranoid about someone attacking her after all. But her main concern currently were the kids occasionally looking at her surroundings not letting her guard down at all just yet. Leyla was just as jumpy not trusting her surroundings and is slightly uneasy at the moment. Leyla was sporting new scars from that last fight with irina. She is still unsure if she'd would attack her here and right now with her children present but she wouldn't put it past the woman after last time. [/i] [spoiler]Yeah he is back deal with it[/spoiler] [spoiler]open as fk[/spoiler]
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127 RepliesEdited by Warp Saber: 12/5/2017 10:13:27 PMIt was a bit of a busy scene on the outskirts of Dojoville, as Verdantus was busy clearing out an empty lot. The tall Fey was clad in worker’s jeans and a forest green shirt and jacket. His hands were covered in dirt, but still gleamed with a faint green glow as he carefully dug his trowel, and about thirty more just like it, held in invisible hands, moving in parallel with the one in his hands. He carefully lifted up the plants from the dirt and moved them to replant towards the edges, muttering a little poem over them as he planted them back. [i]Leolath leolath re-drasil Rutcontes, rutcontes aclon Ydrasil Mariginos fee tenrias leola Te-Norag I fendras ur Sylvani nyrusies kysdyran[/i] He continued with his work until a large circle touching every side of the square lot was cleared, and then started walking around it, not pausing as he waved a greeting to the nearby person. [spoiler]You are the nearby person, open [/spoiler]
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72 Replies"Ask me why..." [b]Flashback.[/b] ====================== "...ask me why, Rose! Go ahead!" She stood these dumbfounded, a girl of 16, standing in front of her twenty something year old brother. "Ask me why, Rose, I despise you!" He wanted the answer, but she was choking back tears. She always knew he hated her, but why? Was she some chosen one? "W-why?" She squeaked out then. "Because Father tossed me aside, No said 'your the heir to the family name', that's why! I worked so damn hard to peeve myself, I did everything right! Even since I was a kid, I was trying too, then you where born, and just like that father was less interested!" Why was he yelling? What did he mean, choose her over him? Its not like she did anything wrong, right? A tear rolled down her cheek then, the girl frozen in fear, unable to force herself to move, her own legs seemed trapped in ice. She wanted to run, but couldn't, facing the full brunt of her brother's wrath. "You don't have a clue of what it means to inherit the name, not one! Since day one you've always had your head in the clouds, ignorant and stupid!" She grimaced then, the words stung, maybe she was a bit airheaded at times... "You're clueless even now, standing there with that face! Trying not to cry, let it out, by all means! You damned bitch!" Now that stung even more, making the brunette jump a bit, finally breaking the spell on her legs, as she looked at him with a pain in her eyes. Then turned and ran, his shouts echoing after her, trying to get her attention. Now he was sorry, now he was.... [i]You dammed bitch...[/i] /// "...that damned batch has been plaguing our shop for a while now, sorry for that, dear." "What?" she asked then, blankly. "That dammed batch, the one from hours ago, seems it effected yours too." Rose blinked then, did she just have a flashback? She knew those words sounded familiar. Handing over the coffee then, she got a refund, the clerk passing her some kind of special seasonal one, mint something or other. The memory slowly collected in her mind, puddling together and becoming more and more vivid. She nodded in thanks then, leaving the small shop. Why did she remember that moment in her life? When she lived with her family still, just a year before she screwed it all up and left. It was going to haunt her now though, as she wanted to figure out why. Turning, opening the double glass doors and heading right, she took a sip from the drink then, walking down the street in a robotic like pattern, eyes focused somewhere far different as she tried to figure out what happened. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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5 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 12/7/2017 3:55:51 AM[b][u]The end of the second, the start of the third![/u][/b] “Uh. Where the ‘ell did half of these people go?” Haakon would say, scratching the top of his head. “Huh. Well I guess we’ll be having a hopefully more eventful third bracket! YOUR WINNERS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FOR THE SECOND BRACKET!” [b]Jason 13B Zane Bedlam Dale[/b] “These folks have proven they were the best, or even better, they participated! Wow! And now, the loser from the second bracket who will make their way onward is....” [b]THE INITIATE GENERAL[/b] “Congratulations General! Break a leg! Heh. Heheh. ANYWAYS. WHO WILL BE FIGHTING WHO?!” [b]ZANE VS 13B(false) BEDLAM(Cthulu) VS JASON(Wehb) DALE(Atom) VS GENERAL(Ero)[/b] “ONWARDS COMBATANTS! MAKE YOUR PREPARATIONS! WE SHALL COMMENCE THE THIRD BRACKET...TOMORROW!” [spoiler]Obviously for those who had to drop out had their reasons haha. I’m just kidding around. Thanks for participating as best you could guys, it’s important to remember RL always comes first. ....unfortunately.[/spoiler]
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16 Replies[b][u]Roy VS False[/u][/b] The second bracket fight Would begin as Nathanial appeared in the arena, with 13B spawning at the opposite end. They stood in the becoming familiar empty simulation arena. The slot machine would role again, and it show an image of a patch of ice would be shown. Then, their feet got cold as they both ended up on a massive piece of drifting ice, floating across and endless scape of cold, icy water. Out of the ground, stalagmites grew. They were large and would provide effective cover. There were a dozen in total on the ice patch the two stood on, which would stretch out a hundred feet in length and ninety in width. The stalagmites looked like they were made of ice, so that meant with enough force they could be broken. Haakon would then speak. “SECOND BRACKET FIGHTERS! YOU MAY COMMENCE THE BLOODSHED...NOW!” [spoiler] This segment is THREE DAYS LONG. -Follow ALL official dojo guidelines -Keep the beef you may develop with your foe to PM’s or contact one of the referees. -What a ref say’s goes. We aren’t participating in the tourney so you guys can have fun. Please respect that. -You are allowed 5 weapons in a fight which includes offensive weapons(EG:Grenades, mines etc). You can switch your load out between fights but not during. -The max caliber of bullet permitted is the .50cal BMG. -Be courteous and respect your foe. They are skilled fighters just like you. Never assume your attack lands unless it would hit no matter what, and take damage reasonably. Good fights are rewarded at the end of the tourney. -Death to your foe is decided by your foe. When your opponent has submitted, CLEARLY SUBMITTED(they will make a spoiler stating their submission or have dialogue stating it), you may perform a fantastical fatality. -Reply maximum is 60. In order to get things going the odd man out fights(the ones that hold the schedule back) will be shortened to 50. -Have fun![/spoiler]
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43 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 12/3/2017 7:52:18 PM[b][u]Zane VS Ero[/u][/b] The second bracket fight Would begin as Zane appeared in the arena, with the Initiate General spawning at the opposite end. They stood in the becoming familiar empty simulation arena. The slot machine would role again, and it show an image of a large tree. As this happened, a massive mound began to grow in front of the two. This mound became lush with green grass as the large Hill took form. Atop the hill, a massive Oak tree formed, making the entire centre of the hill shady and cool. Around the hill a very thin tree line formed around it. It was a gorgeous day in the simulation. But now it was time to get bloody. Haakon would then speak. “SECOND BRACKET FIGHTERS! YOU MAY COMMENCE THE BLOODSHED...NOW!” [spoiler] This segment is THREE DAYS LONG. -Follow ALL official dojo guidelines -Keep the beef you may develop with your foe to PM’s or contact one of the referees. -What a ref say’s goes. We aren’t participating in the tourney so you guys can have fun. Please respect that. -You are allowed 5 weapons in a fight which includes offensive weapons(EG:Grenades, mines etc). You can switch your load out between fights but not during. -The max caliber of bullet permitted is the .50cal BMG. -Be courteous and respect your foe. They are skilled fighters just like you. Never assume your attack lands unless it would hit no matter what, and take damage reasonably. Good fights are rewarded at the end of the tourney. -Death to your foe is decided by your foe. When your opponent has submitted, CLEARLY SUBMITTED(they will make a spoiler stating their submission or have dialogue stating it), you may perform a fantastical fatality. -Reply maximum is 60. In order to get things going the odd man out fights(the ones that hold the schedule back) will be shortened to 50. -Have fun![/spoiler]
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59 Replies[b][u]Jen VS Wehb[/u][/b] The second bracket fight Would begin as Amanda appeared in the arena, with Jason spawning at the opposite end. They stood in the becoming familiar empty simulation arena. The slot machine would role again, and it show an image of what looked to be a concrete building. Suddenly, massive walls propped up around the two, and long shelves that stretched two miles long rose from the ground, packed with crates which made the two look like they were in an allyway and the walls were made of the boxes which stretched up two stories. The two would see a large screen projected the arena for them, and they both saw that there were four of these rows of boxes in the rectangular shaped ware house. The lighting was dim, as every twenty feet there would be a single light to illuminate the building. The screen dissipated into smoke, and the two realized... Everything in this place could be destructible. Haakon would then speak. “SECOND BRACKET FIGHTERS! YOU MAY COMMENCE THE BLOODSHED...NOW!” [spoiler] This segment is THREE DAYS LONG. -Follow ALL official dojo guidelines -Keep the beef you may develop with your foe to PM’s or contact one of the referees. -What a ref say’s goes. We aren’t participating in the tourney so you guys can have fun. Please respect that. -You are allowed 5 weapons in a fight which includes offensive weapons(EG:Grenades, mines etc). You can switch your load out between fights but not during. -The max caliber of bullet permitted is the .50cal BMG. -Be courteous and respect your foe. They are skilled fighters just like you. Never assume your attack lands unless it would hit no matter what, and take damage reasonably. Good fights are rewarded at the end of the tourney. -Death to your foe is decided by your foe. When your opponent has submitted, CLEARLY SUBMITTED(they will make a spoiler stating their submission or have dialogue stating it), you may perform a fantastical fatality. -Reply maximum is 60. In order to get things going the odd man out fights(the ones that hold the schedule back) will be shortened to 50. -Have fun![/spoiler]
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35 Replies[b][u]Cthulu VS Sonic[/u][/b] The second bracket fight Would begin as Alpha appeared in the arena, with Bedlam spawning at the opposite end. They stood in the becoming familiar empty simulation arena. The slot machine would role again, and it show an image of a mountain. Suddenly the arena would shapeshift and the two fighters would be brought high up into the air as the ground below them rose and became covered in snow. The mountain of rock the two stood on grew and grew until the two were 80 stories above ground level. Large boulders, eight of them, were scattered across the massive mountain plateau that would be the arena. The snow was two inches deep, and it was easily Thirty below(Celsius. Get your shit together Americans I’m not submitting to your Fahrenheit oppression). The boulders were large, and would make substantial cover. The plateau itself had a radius of 60ft, so there was a good amount of leg room. Haakon would then speak. “SECOND BRACKET FIGHTERS! YOU MAY COMMENCE THE BLOODSHED...NOW!” [spoiler] This segment is THREE DAYS LONG. -Follow ALL official dojo guidelines -Keep the beef you may develop with your foe to PM’s or contact one of the referees. -What a ref say’s goes. We aren’t participating in the tourney so you guys can have fun. Please respect that. -You are allowed 5 weapons in a fight which includes offensive weapons(EG:Grenades, mines etc). You can switch your load out between fights but not during. -The max caliber of bullet permitted is the .50cal BMG. -Be courteous and respect your foe. They are skilled fighters just like you. Never assume your attack lands unless it would hit no matter what, and take damage reasonably. Good fights are rewarded at the end of the tourney. -Death to your foe is decided by your foe. When your opponent has submitted, CLEARLY SUBMITTED(they will make a spoiler stating their submission or have dialogue stating it), you may perform a fantastical fatality. -Reply maximum is 60. In order to get things going the odd man out fights(the ones that hold the schedule back) will be shortened to 50. -Have fun![/spoiler]
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20 Replies[b][u]Atom VS Orn[/u][/b] The second bracket fight Would begin as Dale appeared in the arena, with Vic spawning at the opposite end. They stood in the becoming familiar empty simulation arena. The slot machine would role again, and it show an image of a tiki head. Suddenly the ground beneath them became soft and sandy, and there was a nice warmth to the air. As they looked around, they saw that they stood on a beautiful beach. The waters tide flowed up to their feet as massive twelve foot tall tiki heads sprouted up all across the beach. Haakon would then speak. “SECOND BRACKET FIGHTERS! YOU MAY COMMENCE THE BLOODSHED...NOW!” [spoiler] This segment is THREE DAYS LONG. -Follow ALL official dojo guidelines -Keep the beef you may develop with your foe to PM’s or contact one of the referees. -What a ref say’s goes. We aren’t participating in the tourney so you guys can have fun. Please respect that. -You are allowed 5 weapons in a fight which includes offensive weapons(EG:Grenades, mines etc). You can switch your load out between fights but not during. -The max caliber of bullet permitted is the .50cal BMG. -Be courteous and respect your foe. They are skilled fighters just like you. Never assume your attack lands unless it would hit no matter what, and take damage reasonably. Good fights are rewarded at the end of the tourney. -Death to your foe is decided by your foe. When your opponent has submitted, CLEARLY SUBMITTED(they will make a spoiler stating their submission or have dialogue stating it), you may perform a fantastical fatality. -Reply maximum is 60. In order to get things going the odd man out fights(the ones that hold the schedule back) will be shortened to 50. -Have fun![/spoiler]
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13 Replies[i]December 3rd, 2017[/i] [i]Tatakai's North Pole[/i] [i]8:00 PM[/i] Santa laughed as he sipped his egg nog, watching the elves below him work tirelessly for the boys and girls around the world. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. "Eh? Who's there?" Reaching into his coat, he drew a small red and white striped dagger. "Show yer self." The King of Christmas would be hit with a punch to the back of the neck, then to his nose, sending him crashing to the floor. "Big oaf. You're coming with me." [i]Three hours later...[/i] The screen of the computer flickered to life, displaying Santa's beaten and bloodied form tied to a chair. "Good evening, citizens of Tatakai. As you can see, I have ol' Saint Nick here trapped. I'm offering anyone and everyone who gets this message one chance to save this fat oaf and to save Christmas. Oh, and this." Whoever was behind the camera slid a chest into view, shimmering gold coins spilling from its sides. "One chance, people." The message ended, leaving a black screen with a picture of Santa's head with a sword through it. Garin narrowed his eyes. "Shit." [spoiler]Open to everyone. This is indeed a Christmas plot, and I intend to run it as such. Festive references, Christmas riddles, weird enemies; you get what I'm saying. Your participant had received said message. It's up to you whether to save Christmas or let it die.[/spoiler]
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73 Replies“Have you ever torn a man in half?” [b]The Vampire Hunter was sitting around in his warehouse, sitting on a large, black leather couch. He didn’t have any plans that day, so the Priest and him had been talking about their different exploits in their hunter experiences. They were both hunters of the supernatural, be it ghost, and goblin, or vampire. The Vampire Hunter had made the previous comment, lowering his wife-brim hat. [/b] Priest: “No, at least I don’t recall doing it. I use crossbows, not melee. Sometimes I swear you forget I’m just a normal guy and not a homunculus like you and Huntress.” Vampire Hunter: “Don’t forget Athena.” Priest: “Yes, yes. And Athena.” [b]The Priest was a young man, maybe in his late-twenties at the most. He wore a white trench coat, and that was all was able to be seen. He was behind a desk, his own hat pulled down over his face. He was reading away at a book, possibly a Bible considering his profession. The Vampire Hunter was dressed as the Priest, but in pure black. His face was completely unseen, as if something was covering it. Suddenly, the Huntress bursts through the door.[/b] Huntress: “Hunter! You need to go outzide! Now! I tried to handle it... But I can’t! Go! Now!” [b]Fear was apparent in her voice, her accent edging itself as she began to panic. The Vampire Hunter didn’t even say a word, he just began walking. He walked right through the door, ready for anything. If it was enough to scare the Huntress, it was probably enough to make him a little uneasy. When he got outside, he realized just why the Huntress was scared. The thing was massive, thousands of black tentacles and paws flinging themselves everywhere. It was as big as a building, a mammoth of a creature. It didn’t even seem to have a form, it was just one giant mass. But it seemed to recognize that Vampire Hunter was near, because it stopped dead in its tracks. It began to shift, shrink down into something looking like a person. It shrunk down into the shape of a woman, that fact only partially hinted at by the shape of its hips. The other telltale sign, was the voice.[/b] Creature: “It has been long since I have seen one of your talent... Tell me... Do you plan to kill me? Allure me? Incapacitate me? Probably one of those... But I am not here for wanton destruction... If I was, your pretty little huntress would be dead, Charles. Yes, your name! One not heard since... When did you change it last? It was in France, correct? When you killed that child?” [b]It seemed it was trying to goad him into aggression with the mention of such heinous acts, but the Vampire Hunter only smiles his toothy smile more, the flames of his eyes glowing brighter.[/b] Vampire Hunter: “You think I’m ashamed of what I’ve done? Hell no. That’s like a businessman being ashamed of selling something, or a politician being ashamed of lying. It’s my job, and I’m damn good at it. And whatever you are, you’re dead already. Just by trying to piss me off.” [b]The thing moved towards him more, her very slender figure moving smoothly. She stood at exactly his height, seven feet eight inches. She smiled, a red smile creeping across her face. It went from where her left ear would be to the right. Her fingers reached out, to the Vampire Hunter’s face. She grabbed around his cheeks. For some reason, he couldn’t resist. It confused him, and frustrated him. He thought it was some magic bullshit, but he could never be sure.[/b] Creature: “I am not here to kill anyone, or even hurt anyone. I am here for you, to take you out of the picture. I am one of atonement, and you have much to atone for.” [b]The thing’s hands began to burn, began to hurt. They hurt. Usually the Vampire Hunter would’ve enjoyed such a sensation, but this was... Different. Like it wasn’t just hurting, but doing actual damage. She took her hands from his face, looking at her again. That was when it plunged its hand right into his chest, ripping out his heart. He looked shocked. He fell to the ground at this point, and the thing lowered his heart into its mouth, swallowing. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Pain. All the pain he’d ever caused, all being rushed upon him. His chest began to heal, but when it was done, he felt weak, tired.[/b] “Let us see how you fare here without your abilities, hm? How well you are at hunting?” [b]It sat down beside him, waiting for another to show up.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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1 ReplyEdited by Ver: 12/5/2017 2:07:35 AM[i]~~December 5th, 2017~~ ~~open data logs~~[/i] Something falls from the sky. The Knosig jumps away above, stars surrounding it as it stretches into the sky, and the object is hurled towards the ground. The ship that had just left was a freighter, [b]Hyperes Conglomerate[/b] etched into its side, barely visible when it evaporates into witchspace. Meanwhile, flames begin to flicker around the object as it soars downwards in the night. It is barely visible, except for the faint glow it produces, blue and red and changing every second. Something is seen passing above it. The parachute flutters away, moving against gravity and gliding across The Dojo. [u][b]CRASH![/b][/u] Many of the small huts in the Dojoville are either toppled or squashed as the supercomputer lands with a small shockwave, immediately forming a crater. The impact of the thing was caused by its extreme size and weight and aided by how far it fell with nothing to take off the force of the landing. Children and their mothers and fathers rush from their dilapidated buildings, which soon crumble in puffs of sawdust. The computer had to be two city blocks wide, at least, and half that long. The asphalt around it crumbles and cracks spider web across the town. The thing releases a metallic groan, wires spilling from it, pieces of it flung hundreds of feed away and sparks flying from its broken machinery. The light begins to flicker and slowly fade, bright red turning to dark crimson. [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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46 RepliesEdited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/1/2017 2:32:14 AM[b]Coalition Sign-Ups (Pre-emptive):[/b] Aight guys, so this isn't official yet. Hell, I don't even have anything planned for the actual thing. I just wanna know if anyone [b]probably[/b] wants to sign up for this New Coalition. In case you don't know what it was, in short, the Coalition was an alliance of RP factions that acted somewhat like a militarized UN. We'd have our own internal politics, but we'd band together to face threats, and occasionally give something back to the Dojo. Also, please give a really short summary of that faction for me to add. [b]Roster:[/b] [b]NTR (JT/Ginger)[/b] [i]Emergency Military Government; Large[/i] [b]Crimson Void (Wehb)[/b] [i]Independent Military Fleet; Large[/i] [b]Bastion (Sonic)[/b] [i]PMC; Medium[/i] [b]31st Legion of Trayven (Orn)[/b] [i]Fantasy-Medieval Spy Networks; Medium[/i] [b]Rubicon (Jen)[/b] [i]Powerful PMC Force; Medium[/i] [b]Sith Empire (maybe) (Garin)[/b] [i]I mean... kinda what it sounds like; large[/i]
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72 RepliesEdited by Lordbakon: 12/2/2017 11:31:36 PM[i][b]Somewhere on Tatakai[/b][/i] [b][i]Of Nature's Wrath...[/i][/b] [b][i]A small village in the world of Tatakai was ruled over by a warlord. He was a vicious man, taking his peasants more than many could afforded ruling with an iron fist. His fortress was near the water, meaning g the only way to approach was from the air, through the water to to attack headfirst on land. Nokomis' answer to this question was yes. A battalion of stone, wood and metal golems marched towards the fort, catching their enemy by surprise as they seemingly appeared from the Earth, firing upon the guards. Their job was to cause a commotion up front, draw enemies out. The heavy machine guns fired off 20 gauge explosive slugs, decimating the human enemies. Soldiers fired off 12 gauge blast slugs from rifles, doing the same. The battlefield was alive with blasts all over, and as the enemies were drawn out, they'd realize that the wrath of a god was upon them.[/i][/b] [b][i]Around the back, in the ocean water, aquatic squadrons swam undetected. They silently slayer the guards around their side, waiting for their time to join in the fray. Some of the golems were plain, looking like statues with no details done on them. Others were decorated as of Michelangelo himself had made them, others painted and decorated that way. They claimed the walls, and drew their guns as the wait in ambush.[/i][/b] [b][i]As soon as the enemies got out, the skies came alive with cracks of gunfire, what looked like angels of wood and stone swooping down to fire or toss grenades down. They fired into the small targets, lighting up the fortress from above, keeping the enemies pinned down. This was the signal the swimmers had been waiting for. Scaling up the walls, they jumped from their spots, the enemies cover turning into their own captors as they were lit up by more explosive rounds.[/i][/b] [b][i]The first ones through the doors though, were the Warpaths. Golem of wood with fire burning on them: around their head, out of their joints, nearly looking like the burning bush from the bible. They dashed in the doors with their Carbine shotguns and melee weapons, decimating the remaining resistance inside. The enemies had crumpled quickly, then again they had not been ready to deal with the threat. Who would expect to fight golem, and even less for them to be organized and sneak up on you? The warlord was apprehended, handed off to the town for punishment, as the army paraded him through the streets. They saw the golems walk, the same size and shape as male and female military soldiers, some barren of detail, others looking like Norsemen, gladiators, inhuman creatures and more.[/i][/b] [b][i]On the aftermath of the battlefield afterwards, a temporary camp would be set up, housing the golem and their controllers inhabiting the place for now. They welcomed people to come meet the PMC, learn about them and possibly join Nokomis. They invited the town they had saved from a warlord to celebrate the victory with them, as well as any others who wished to come. Many soldiers moved crates, chatted, repaired golem and drank to celebrate the victory.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open. Depending on your intro I'll have a character interact with you, though if you want one from a specific battalion just ask. 1st battalion are normal foot soldiers. 2nd are lighter geared but more aggressive. 3rd are heavy weapons battalion, metal golems and heavy launchers 4th are the aquatic battalion 5th is the aerial battalion 6th are the Warpaths, the crazy mofos in the last paragraph. Generally the wildest bunch. [/spoiler]
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40 Replies[b][i]A Well-Deserved Break[/i][/b] [b]Dojoville, 10:51 AM, Tatakai[/b] [i]The gunship screamed across the sky, both rotors turned forwards and down, giving the tiltrotor the appearance of a regular plane. Painted across its fuselage was the terrifying visage of the snaggletooth. The aircraft bore no insignia, but looked clearly heavily armed. A rotary cannon sat mounted in a swivel along with a gatling laser, and a machine gun could be seen on each side door, mounted on a pintle swing. From the aircraft came the loud blaring of some old Metallica song, and to anyone who recognized the Vertibird, it was the telltale sign of the arrival of a rather notorious individual. The gunship roared over the gates at low-altitude and moved to land in the streets of Dojoville, taking its rather usual spot beside a set of homes. It’s landing gear extended amidst the rotorwash of dust and snow as the aircraft gently set down and powered down. It was clearly the work of an experienced pilot. Once the gunship powered down, the individual exited from the side door, pushing the machine gun out of his way and dropping down with a mechanical thump. Alex Wilson stood in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M2A1 sat atop his right shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his left. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of .50 BMG ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an IMI Galil, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. He had garnered some new trophies in his time, a ragged NCR flag that he was using as bandana, covering the lower half of his helmet. Another flag, a Civil War Confederate battle flag was wrapped around his upper left bicep. Approaching the house that was one down from his Vertibird, he knocked on the door, awaiting a response. He got one a few moments later, the door being opened by Miles.[/i] “Long time no see, kid. Actually, I’m surprised you’re alive given you’re with her.” [i]Wilson said with a laugh.[/i] “I assume you’re here because you and Jackson’s dad took care of the whole N*zi problem?” [i]Miles asked, smirk on his face.[/i] “Yeah. President’s dead, his little Himmler butt-buddy’s dead, and Wolfie’s dead... not Jackson, the other one.” [i]Wilson explained, having to clarify, not wanting Miles to think Jackson had been killed. Miles backed out of the doorway to let the armored juggernaut in, and Wilson promptly entered, wiping his armored boots on the doormat. Once inside, Miles closed the door and Wilson disengaged his armor, stepping out of it. Still an imposing figure, it was a little bit easier to get around indoors with just ranger gear. Tara had heard him come in, and came running down the stairs, looking as if she’d been trying to get cleaned up for the day, hair in a messy ponytail and her night clothes still on. A happy and relieved grin sat on her lips, and she rushed to hug Wilson, burying her face in his chest. He was rather surprised by the force of her hug, and as usual made fun of it.[/i] “Jesus, hug me any harder and you’ll break my f*ckin’ ribs, kid...” [i]He returned the hug, and held her close for a moment, thankful that she’d made it out of this mess unharmed. [/i] “It’s over?” [i]She asked, her voice muffled as she still was holding onto Wilson.[/i] “Yeah. F*ckin’ done. Gonna get things back to normal... at least for them, anyways. I figured I probably should check on y’all before Diana chews my ass out. God, I don’t need that bore-fest.” [i]Wilson remarked, rolling his eyes.[/i] [i]Miles chuckled from where he was, watching the two. It blew his mind how nice and sweet she became around Wilson. It wasn’t like Wilson was an exceptionally good parent by any standards, but perhaps he had been there for her in some dark times, and she’d returned his loyalty.[/i] “Yo anyone want food? I’m f*ckin’ dying for something that ain’t military rations or pop tarts...” [i]Wilson said, only half-jokingly.[/i] “Saves me from cooking breakfast.” [i]Tara remarked with a smile, finally breaking her hug with Wilson.[/i] “Saves me from having to eat her cooking.” [i]Miles remarked, to which Tara shot him the bird. Wilson grinned. The conflict amused him.[/i] “We get food in ten. Go get cleaned up ya f*ckin’ animals.” [i]He instructed, actually happy to see them instead of Jackson and Rose. Tara and Miles hadn’t yet gotten to the point in life where everything was worrying about this or that, and Wilson liked that a whole lot better. He wasn’t a worrying man. Having about a billion guns and knives helped that. Walking over to the couch, he sat down and waited for the two hellions to go get ready to go. He really wanted a burger.... and beer. Lots of beer. The ten minutes passed and both Miles and Tara were ready, and so the group set out again, after Wilson rearmed himself and got back into his armor. Walking down the streets towards the restaurants, the group probably looked rather amusing. Wilson stood tall and menacingly in his power armor, whereas Miles, being the shortest one, looked like the average teenager in a hoodie, jeans, and Vans, his armor folded up and on his back beneath the jacket. Tara wore her same black field jacket, jeans, and snakeskin boots that she usually wore, a scarf around her neck, her hair still in a ponytail. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets and she looked miserable in the cold.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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49 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 12/2/2017 3:56:19 AM[b][u]THE END OF THE FIRST, THE START OF THE SECOND[/u][/b] “HOHOHO! WHAT A GREAT START LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” The bellowing Jarl would announce across the city. “Our first bracket was a fantastic success! True blood was shed, and some the the fights truly were thrillers! But now with the ref’s results in, we know who has won, as well as which one of these blood thirsty dojo members is fighting eachother! So without further adieu...” [b][i][u]YOUR WINNERS![/u][/i][/b] [b]Cthulu Sonic Jen Ero Whehb JT Roy False Orn[/b] And, as stated in the original rules, a randomly selected loser will be chosen to move on with a second chance! And this person will be.... [b]ATOM.[/b] “Haha! Fantastic! And now for the second bracket!” [b]Cthulu vs Sonic Jen vs Ero Wehb(YOUR WELCOME) vs JT Roy VS false Orn VS Atom[/b] Alright everyone! Steel yourselves for tomorrow! Because the fights will continue!!!! [spoiler]Good job on everyone who didn’t make it as well. Thanks for signing up! And there will be another tourney...maybe sooner then a year from now. So don’t feel bad![/spoiler]
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36 Replies[quote]All quiet on the western front...[/quote] 6 days. It had been 6 days since the last recorder contact with the outer ring colonies. Considering how far away they were, any message normally would be received much later, but this was different. 5 colony worlds ranging from Mercury sized to twice the size of earth all went silent, all at once, all sending no distress signal. Receptions was getting worried. Rebel movements were common in far out colonies, but usually we're much less organized, and still held communication for obvious reasons. Something was not right. A meeting of planet emergency was called, calling all those with a fleet to the table. The goal was simple, find out the problem, get rid of it. First, however, a brief was given on the planets that went dark. Dranea: A Mercury sized planet famous for its scientific advances in oceanology. 94% of the planet is water. It is in the open, and would be an easy first target due to lack of defenses. Kalea: The geography division's planet has not seen organized human life in years. Deemed inhabitable due to intense heat and winds, only a small population of scientists remains. Their work has had little success. New Wandilo: A massive desert planet the size of earth, home to a large population of criminals and runaways. 30% of the planet is made of water, so they often resort to imports from Dranea. Wandilo: An overcrowded, Venus sized planet. It is just like earth in every way but it's wild life and geography. A perfect place to live, if there wasn't 10 people waiting at every toilet. Darengar: Possibly the most puzzling, this military research planet should have immediately contacted reception if anything strange was going on. Made mostly of cold oceans and Mountains, this planet is twice the size of earth. The massive asteroid belt around it is great for testing dangerous weapons with little consequence. Those were the five planets, each with their own quirks and population... And each with their own silence. The meeting leader pronounced that such a threat would require the help of the larger factions, and he called them to action. Each faction would divide to take one or two planets, with what they felt necessary to bring. Hopefully, it wouldn't be much that they needed. [spoiler]Alright! Who's ready to make an alliance of armies?! Not me ._. So listen up, each planet will have its own fleet listed here. Any ??? Are things that need to be genuine surprises and will be kept hidden. I'll list out the strength, and you choose the planet to go to with what you believe to be an equal force. (Gotta have a fun fight.) Dranea: Possibly the easiest planet, only 15 Yavisk frigates block out it's signals. There also seems to be radio interference combing from a ??? Ship. Kalea: One Yorshka class heavy destroyer, 15 Yavisk frigates. New Wandilo: Two Yorshka class heavy destroyers, 20 Yavisk Frigates. Wandilo: Four Yorshka class heavy Frigates 30 Yavisk frigates and one ??? suspected due to radio interference. Darengar: Seven Yorshka class heavy destroyers, 50 Yavisk Frigates, 3 ???, and one ???. Come! Let us duke it out among the stars! [/spoiler]
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15 RepliesEdited by Kruos the Wicked: 12/3/2017 11:45:33 PM[b][i][u]Frontier[/u][/i][/b] [i]Why would you save a person you barely know? Would you save her life... at the price of everyone else's? It's about time you wake up to the fact you are just another pawn. Do you hear me? WAKE UP.[/i] Micheal awoke slowly in a cold, dark room, bound to some sort of metal device that kept his entire body pinned down. In his ears there was a faint ringing, along with the sound of his own heartbeat. The room reverberated with background sound, suggesting that he might be on some sort of ship... "Ah! Mister Drake." a figure said, almost blurred in Micheal's vision. "Welcome back." The man chuckled, his voice cold and almost sadistic. Micheal's vision would finally start to focus, revealing the figure to him. It was the General himself, bearing an almost eerie resemblance to the IMC's own General Marder. He had grey hair, a rough face, and cold blue-grey eyes that stung into your soul. He had seen much for his time, and this seemed to barely phase him. "So tell me," the General started to say, "After all that you've done. Why did you choose to help her?" Drake remained silent, eying the General. "Fine. I promised the NTR that I would deliver you to them, but they didn't say anything about delivering you... unscathed. No one can help you now, Mister Drake. You're mine." The platform suddenly reconfigured, with Micheal's body in such a way as it was at an upper angle and was partially upside down. Suddenly, a massive electric shock coursed through him, causing an incredibly high amount of pain. The General merely smiled down at him. "Why? Why do you care about her? Is she... a surrogate perhaps? For someone you used to care about? Is she merely a vector for your retribution? A chance for you to wipe away your sins?" There was another electric shock, this time even more painful and exhausting. "What has she told you about her origins? What is she planning to do?" He paused, briefly reflecting. "Well now. I suppose you technically don't have to answer anyone of [i]my[/i] questions now do you?" the General said, chuckling, "The NTR has questions of their own to ask of you. And, since that is part of our contract, I am responsible for 'obtaining' that information. So let's start with the basics, shall we? Where is the rest of the Arrowhead crew?" Instead of an electric shock, a rectangular pool of water opened up directly below him, the black floor parting as to reveal it. The entire machine reconfigured, submerging his entire body it the frigid liquid to the point of practical suffocation. The machine lifted up, finally giving him air. "I'm going to ask you again," he said calmly, "Where is the Arrowhead crew?" Following Drake's silence, the machine once again submerged him, this time for a second longer. Once it brought him back up again, he could see the wry smile of the General. "Ah. Well I guess that's enough for the moment." he said, as the machine configured back to a normal state. He was propped up for the moment, in such a way that was almost comfortable in comparison to other possible...positions. "I can assure you," he continued, "That you will eventually give me the answers I'm looking for. I'm giving you a little bit of time to relax while I deal with... other matters. But when I come back, the intensity of this is going to increase. I'd advise telling me everything, before it gets to such a place to where you will be forced to experience something you can't come back from." And with that, the General left the room, leaving Micheal alone in the coldness of his ominous black cell. Caroline had been right. These people were something else. Something... wrong. If he couldn't somehow find a way out of here, he would be subjected to a horrible fate. And, more importantly, he would be delivered right into the hands of the NTR... [spoiler]Open for Ginger![/spoiler]
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1 ReplyEdited by Ver: 12/4/2017 1:20:40 AM[redacted]
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151 Replies"Faster, John!" "I can't just magically run faster, Fey!" Bolts of solar energy skimmed the helmet of a Warlock as Vex shot at him from behind. He was running as fast as he could through the Black Garden, trying to find an exit as the whole place started to collapse. Rock and debris fell down to block his way, causing him to slide into it as he tried to stop himself. "F*CK!" The Vex had him cornered with no ability to fight back. His ammo was depleted, his light drained, and armour already scorched from prior skirmishes. The young Warlock stood up with raised fists as he panted, his hot breath smudging up the visor of his helmet. "Hey, at least we completed the mission..." The Warlock stated, sounding a bit disappointed he wasn't going to live through this. The female sounding Ghost replied, "I may have the ability to transport us into the ship from here, John, just...hang on. We've come this far, we can make it." The Ghost tried to reassure her Warlock as the Vex closed in on his location, firing at will. The man sprinted forward with the little enrgy he had left, his legs burned and ached from having to work so hard for so long. He breathed heavily and coughed, barely able to move from exhaustion. His shoulder bashed into the middle of a vex, hitting it in its weak spot just hard enough to kill it. He stumbled and rolled only to kick another vex in its weak spot at the end of the roll. The Warlock's mind turned into overdrive as he attempted to survive, trying to keep track of all the vex attacking him so he could dodge their shots and blasts from their hands. It didn't take long for his attempts at dodging to fail as he felt a blast of solar energy melt away a part of one of his shins. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees with fear and pain racing through his head. [i]I'm going to die here....My Ghost couldn't possibly resurrect me with so many vex around.[/i] Another blast hit his shoulder, causing another scream while his arm went limp. [i]At least the Darkness is defeated...[/i] Rubble from way up above on the ceiling began to fall towards his position, exposing the bright blue sky of Earth as light crept in through the crack. [i]...We did it. We killed the Traveler.[/i] As the Warlock was about to get crushed however, he vanished. =============== It was another day at Dojoville as the Warlock appeared up in the sky just outside of the town. He glided a bit, but the fall was still extremely rough and cracked his helmet. The townsfolk looked over for a second before shrugging, used to this sh*t by now. "John, stay with me. I can heal this." Fey, the Ghost, hovered over John's limp body as she began to heal him. "Wait, who're you?" The Ghost noticed you standing nearby, having almost been hit by the fallen Warlock. "Sorry for almost crushing you, but my Warlock was in danger..." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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3 Replies[i]”The Second Dimension” (During the tourney and subsequent Trayven attacks, Dojo)[/i] Bored. And tired. And worried. And everything else in between. Velinnea Stoik, Mandalorian, Clone Commander, and 29 year old woman was currently resting upon a tree bored out of her mind. She wore her usual attire; a red shirt, under a red hoodie, black jeans, and boots. She hadn’t exactly been involved in any action both in the Dojo and out in the ever-shifting galaxy for months on end. And then she got one. In the form of herself. Unexpectedly. Vel’s quickly brushed her dark red hair away, as she looked toward...well herself. The only differences? A purple aura surrounded the Vel 2, and instead of the Mandalorian’s normal brown eyes, Vel 2 had yellow eyes. Immediately, Vel 2 cackled. “Ah; Strange. A dimension in which the virus hadn’t corrupted this place yet; almost like a dream for me.” Vel 2 says, as Vel got up, her blaster pistol aimed toward Vel 2. “Who the hell are you?” She asks, Vel 2 laughing. “Call me...your evolution.” Vel 2 has told Velinnea, before sprinting and throwing Velinnea’s pistol to the ground. ————————————— [i](A few minutes later..)[/i] Sounds of fighting could be heard, very obviously being quite brutal. It would’ve lead into the Woods. [spoiler]Open to everyone.[/spoiler]
