[b][u]Rekindling[/u][/b] [b]The girl, after a relatively brief period of recovery, was back on her feet. She was unsatisfied with her unorthodox introduction to the now-changed Dojo. So she looked for a fight anyway.[/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[i][b]New Members[/b][/i] *It's a warm, sunny day in the Dojo and Sketch and Leyla are sitting on a bench near the lake, paying very close attention to two young children who are giggling and chasing each other. The first one has short black hair and bright green eyes like Sketch's. He has scaly, greenish blue skin and he wore a white t-shirt and tan shorts. The other one who was chasing him is very different. He looked more like a much shorter version of Sketch, except his fur was light gray with darker gray spots. He had bright green eyes too and he wore a red t-shirt as well as blue shorts. Sketch watches them, smiling until the one who looked more like him tripped and fell into the sand, starting to cry.* "Oh no... He's crying." *Sketch got up off the bench and ran over to him, helping back up and wiping the tears from the child's face.* [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[b]A small spaceship, seemingly only the size for a small crew; begins to descend onto Tatakai. The ship is very sleek, resembling a rounded stealth bomber. The ship is mostly a chrome colour with neon blue light coming from the exhaust and other vents. It slowly descends above the dojo. Holding position a hundred meters above the front gate[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]The sound of a huge ship hurtling towards the dojo fills the air. It does not sound like the other ships, as it is soothing and seems to make the citizens almost joyous. The huge ship is so large, that it blots out the sun. It cannot find anywhere to land inside the dojo, so it lands just outside it. The doors open and a familiar face appears.[/b] "I, Fortis, have returned! I am in dire need of some fighters and mercenaries, and will pay well for anyone brave enough to join my battalion!" [b]Fortis's voice booms with a power that was not there before. He seems to radiate with some newfound energy which is so bright, people cannot see the entirety of his features.[/b] "I must warn you though, you must pass a very rigorous challenge in order to be accepted onto my crew! Glory and treasure await anyone who can complete the challenge in one peace!" [spoiler]Open[/spoiler] [spoiler]If you don't know who Fortis is, just PM me.[/spoiler]

Piece of shit

[b]Sins of the Past.[/b] Sakuret Ceiko took a seat at a somewhat crowded bar, his silvery hair slicked back and his beard trimmed down to stop near his Adams Apple. Strangely enough his didn't have his red trenchcoat on today, it did look pretty dumb on him. He had on a simple charcoal black shirt and cargo pants, the shirt revealing his bulging muscles upon his arms along with some needle scars. He tapped his right foot on the ground and spoke to the bartender. "Whiskey." He said in his usual gruff tone to the bartender and the bartender reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of Whiskey and a glass. As the alcohol flowed into the bottle it reminded Sakuret of his past... His sins he had committed. His Stark blue eyes looked down to his left hand, once it had the mark of Khorne, The Chaos God of War and Battle. The pain of his flesh being seared by the mark came back to him painfully, the voices of those he had killed while under the influence of the Chaos God came back as well, swelling into his mind were the memories he once repressed. That was long behind him...but it still haunted him to this day. Sakuret reached for the glass of whiskey, gulping it down and placing the bottle back on the table. "Give me more whiskey." He said to the bartender, complying to the mans order. Sakuret reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and brought one out along with his silver Zippo lighter. He stared at his somewhat small reflection, he needed a way to figure this out, no he needed to figure [b]him[/b] out. He opened the zippo and lit his cigarette, pocketing the lighter. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

Kara sat in her apartment, overlooking people walking by through the streets, and the sound of children playing in the background. She smiled, closing her window, and sat on her bed, waiting for any bounties to come up. "Nothing's been the same since the past few months.... Nazïs, Russians, Republic, Massacres...everyone's out in the shadows, now...though at least the Black Market's up." She thought, waiting for anything interesting to happen. --------–--------------------------------- Velinnea was sitting on a nearby bench with two commandos, laughing while drinking more beer and wine. They seemed to be somewhat unarmed, and the commandos had armor on, while Velinnea was wearing her civilian clothes. [spoiler]Both are open. Bored.[/spoiler]

[i]its day like any other in the woods but something seems off. As Sylvie walks through the woods like she always does listening to the sounds of nature. But as she walks through a certain section of woods that near a small creak she get the strange feeling that she is being watched by something. But as she turns around to leave the whole goes cold as several trees start icing over. She quickly starts to leave that when she catches a slight glimpse of something out of it. But what is she doesn't know as quickly walks back the way she came a small voice calls out to her its just faint enough to hear it. "Go...ahead..run...i...will...find..you..." This sends a chill down spine as she notices the woods icing over again as she starts to run from it. Before long she stops in a clearing and looks back as she catches her breath but now she wishes she hadn't cause she see a strange black robe man that way too tall and twisted. The man has milky white eyes and every he step he took things completely iced over. The man looks at her and brings a gnarled finger to his lips like he shushing her. But just like she can't move at all. She looks down and her legs are frozen the ground making hard for her to get away. So she now panicking cause cant get free. She starts shouting for help but no sound comes out. [/i] [spoiler]open cause im like bored[/spoiler]

Plot post 3(Speedwagon): [i][b]The Investigation[/b][/i] *Sketch has been kidnapped by William who is now some sort of creature made of black liquid. Sapphire was knocked unconscious back in Dojoville and was dragged away by a one-armed Garry. And now, Sakuret and Vorim'Tairn are standing in front of a Walmart because a random mime on the street pointed at it when they asked if he saw William. There's an [i]enter[/i] door and an [i]exit[/i] door, as if the people who designed the Walmart really thought it mattered.* [u][b]Well... We gotta l-look here I-I guess...[/b][/u] [spoiler]Open for Speedwagon[/spoiler]

[i][u]"We await thy return. For the honor of Cainhurst."[/u][/i] -Annalise, Queen of the forbidden castle Cainhurst, and ruler of the Vilebloods [i][u]For Death Cometh For All[/u][/i] [u][i]Dojoville, 5:59 PM Irina, The Last Vileblood Isaac, the Old Ranger[/i][/u] [i]Massive, bristling crowds of men, women and children moved throughout the streets and sidewalks of Dojoville, the sky a beautiful orange as the sun had begun to set, the massive star in the sky slowly making its way down as darkness would soon fall upon the land, the moon slowly beginning to rise over the landscape as people continued to move throughout the city below the Dojo. Chatting, laughter and joy could be heard as civilians and soldiers conversed, even with the Twilight attacking, Názis invading, and even a new threat: something about a "Vileblood" and an "Executioner". Those who spoke of the two showed little fear, and some even threatened to find the ones that identified themselves by these names and "teach them a lesson".[/i] [i]In fact, one man in particular thought this way, except he took it to the next level. A grisly, old New Californian Ranger, his mask hanging at his belt, which was slightly hidden by the tattered brown coat he wore over his kevlar and titanium suit of armor. He had only a Smith and Weston 500 Magnum at his side, loaded and ready to fire. His head was shaped quite sharply, his elderly face old and weathered, dark blue eyes staring intensely at the ones he was speaking to, his light grey goatee messy and unclean as if he hadn't shaved in years.[/i] "I bet if I ever met one of them b*stards, they wouldn't even be able to react to me slamming a cap into their head!" [i]The Ranger chuckled darkly as the men and women he was speaking to laughed abruptly, clearly satisfied by his grotesque sense of humor. To those that had known him, this man was Isaac, the creator of Ella and her assumed father.[/i] [i]Of course, peace didn't last too long. It never did. Suddenly walking out of the shadows of a darkened alleyway, a 6'3 foot tall, extremely thin woman began to approach the old Ranger, who had turned his head to the platinum blonde-headed beauty, her light blue eyes twinkling slightly as she walked right up to him, her black leather pointed hat covering her head, a pure white pigeon feather sticking out of the back. The woman's garb was dark leather as well, her shoulder pads, gauntlets and boots all leather and yet, finely crafted, as if they were from a foreign land. Waiting in its sheath was a rather impressive weapon: A 5'9 foot long straight katana sword, the blade of the weapon shining rather brightly, as if it had been cleaned recently. A dagger protruding from the end of the handle of the weapon, 2'6 feet long and also taken care of. On her back was a 5'4 foot long curved katana, and at her side was an adorned flintlock pistol. [/i] "Well, hello there, beautiful. What's a pretty gi-" [i]Isaac attempted to jokingly flirt with the newcomer, clearly not intimidated by her strangely fear-inducing presence. That was, until the woman suddenly drew her pistol, slammed the barrel into his neck before he could even react, and pulled the trigger, all of this happening in the blink of an eye.[/i] [i]Civilians began screaming loudly as a gunshot sounded across the city, the NCR Ranger falling to the cold street, the bullet having gone straight into his brain. One down. Many more to go. Grinning madly, Irina sheathed her flintlock pistol and drew her Rakuyo, breaking the dagger away from the sword and beginning to rapidly spin into the crowds of innocents, cleaving through necks, limbs, bones and more as she kept up her wild grin of excitement. Five minutes later, the Vileblood Huntress stood upon the corpses of around sixty dead innocents. She ignored the blood dripping from her clothing and face as she began to make her way to the Dojo. [/i] ((Open as hell. WARNING: IF YOU COME HERE TO FIGHT IRINA, YOU MAY OR MAY NOT PERMA-DIE. PLEASE INFORM ME IF YOU ARE ALRIGHT WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF A PERMANENT DEATH.))

[b]Long Time, No See[/b] [i]I walk the streets of the mountain town. My brown cloak fluttering slightly in the winds. I look up near the top of the mountain, the actual dojo sitting perched up there. I remember when we colonized this planet. It was beautiful. Ships leaving for this new haven. One that could accommodate the large influx of warriors we were taking in. New Warriors. I look around me, seeing the people walk around. I didn't recognize anyone. Word was that Pants had taken over, and there was a new set of Veterans. Strange, to think that things change. But maybe it was for the better. I looked around for a place to stop by and get a drink. I find a nice little tavern and enter, setting my clock at the coat hanger by the door. The footsteps are unheard as I walk up to the counter, my bag carrying all my weapons and other gear. The bartender was a middle-aged man, with a 5 o'clock shadow and a hairline that was starting to recede. When he spoke, His voice was gruff. [/i] "What'll it be?" A Brandy, please. "Coming right up." [i]He delivers my drink, I talk a small sip and observe the bar. There was the usual din that accompanied them. It reminded me of the Floodzone. Regardless of memories, I returned my attention to my drink. Slowly sipping away at it. [/i] [spoiler]Open. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Guess who's actually going to stay active for once. [/spoiler]

Walking up the Dojo steps, a blonde woman in a ponytail simply stated at the walls. She was bored out of her mind, and wanted to see how the Dojo was doing. Sure...she wasn't fond of not being paid to kill someone or steal something with in the past few days... Dosen't mean she could fight somebody in there. Or just watch. Either way... Her old duster jacket was flying in the wind, as she stared at the Dojo's massive size. She held a grip on her DiendDriver as she continued walking by, ready to summon support at any time. [spoiler]Open. Introducing another character. :p [/spoiler]

[b]Dojo Courtyard A1[/b] Two figures were locked in a knife duel in the usually peaceful Courtyard. One of them was Inquisitor Ling Defaln wielding a simple Stilleto knife, while the other wielding a Karambit knife was obscured by it's sleek black armor and helmet. The other figure looked otherworldly to say the least with it's helmet having white lights burst from it. Ling ran forward with his stiletto, while the other figure ran forward as well and slid down to avoid Lings charge and slashed at his left leg. Ling delivered a swift kick to his assailants face with his right leg which honestly did nothing while it was on the ground. Attempting to stab his opponents neck the other figure kicked Ling in the groin, forcing him to shout in pain and drop the knife. Quickly doing a backwards crawl to get away the figure got up and brought its Karambit to Ling's neck. "I expected better of you...Ling." Said a feminine voice from the helmet. "[b]Who the hell are you!?[/b]" "You don't remember me Ling? That's a shame." She said to the Inquisitor as her helmet slid off her face, revealing none other than Ling's Sister, Chloanne Defaln. "You are more shit at a melee fight than I remember. I mean I could have killed you there." Ling was surprised to see his sister here, they haven't talked within a single year since the Bloodwrath. "[b]Why? You couldn't even have said hi like some sort of same person? I mean we haven't talked in like a fücking year and the first time I see you again you attack me with a knife.[/b]" "Because Ling, you need to be prepared for a surprise attack from anywhere. I mean this is basic combat." "[b]I guess you're right. Anyways to answer your question you never asked we're at some place called The Dojo, don't ask me why I'm here to be honest. I don't know how I got here anyways.[/b]" "That's...strange. Have you met anyone who can be of help?" "[b]No.[/b]" [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[i]I await Testing[/i]

Plot post 3(Orn): [i][b]The Investigation[/b][/i] *Once again, William had teleported away. Vorim was freaking out, shouting stuff like [i]NOW how are we going to find them?![/i] and [i]Why?! Why is this happening!?[/i] when he suddenly goes dead silent for some reason.* [spoiler]Open for Orn[/spoiler]

[b][u]Science![/u][/b] [b]Vladimir approached Dojoville, flamethrower in hand. Behind him was Kiril, tranquilizer rifle slung across his back and Geiger counter in hand.[/b] "No radiation here." Kiril said concisely. "That's good to know but is there oxygen?" "There is growing vegetation here so what do you think?" "Possibly. But I don't like my chances." [b]They continued cautiously,Vlad aiming his flamethrower in all directions. Eventually they arrive at a fountain and stopped.[/b] "We're here, Kiril. Now go do your science things while I just wait. Feel free to prod at the wildlife here if you want to." [spoiler]Open. You can talk to either one.[/spoiler]

Plot post 3(Tubbs): [i][b]The Investigation[/b][/i] *William has once again, teleported away. As Vorim freaks out, some random guy just walks up and motions to yet another town in the distance.* [spoiler]Open for Tubbs[/spoiler]

[u][b]Boredom[/b][/u] [i]Sithis sat, bored as usual in his tree. He watched several people training, one of his main people, Suzuka among them. He hopped off his tree and walked past them, thinking of what to do. He walked through a courtyard, passing Vaer, Cynthia, and Isi who were talking. Vaer was still silentsadly. He walked to another courtyard, sitting on a bench, yawning.[/i] "I really need some entertainment... hmm. Maybe open up a alternative dimension and let people attack? Nah. Hmm... go rouge and -blam!- shit up? Nah. Wish I wasnt such a powerful god, then I could fight..." [spoiler]open for talking. Leading to a somewhat plot later on.[/spoiler]

[b]The clapping resonated through the vintage bar. The man had just downed twenty drinks in ten minutes, quite an impressive feat. Most, after five minutes, lost interest and left back to their tables, chatting and flirting like normal. The drinker sat down back at the bar with a sigh, his mind muddled. The tender simply told him to get out of the seat and on to a bed. So, he walked out of the bar and onto the street. Putting his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the brick wall, the neon sign glowing with "Dan's Bar." He ended up throwing up on the sidewalk, slipping in it, and hitting his head. He never woke up. The four armed man removed the machete from the knocked out man's head, and walked into the establishment. Ten minutes, screaming, and gun shots, the building lay quiet, only the buzz of the sign keeping the area from silence. A wet growl escaped into the night. [/b] [spoiler]Open, he's still in the bar. [/spoiler]

Plot post 3(BlueEyedFellpool): [i][b]The Investigation[/b][/i] *Vorim'tairn had given up struggling. He just hung there occasionally calling for help as a sky bear floated towards a third city, carrying him with it.* [spoiler]Open for BlueEyedFellpool[/spoiler]

[i]Ku Rudo Mountains // 0345 hours // Kaln'oir, the Snow God[/i] [i]By a fire in a small house in the Kaln'oir Village is a man, around mid-twenties, lounging in a large, old, green sofa. On his lap is a golden, magical longsword, the Holy Sword Excalibur. The man is holding a small, white rag, and he was polishing Excalibur, and the light of the fireplace was reflected in the Holy Blade's golden metal. The man was slouched, freshly shaved. His long, light blond hair was tied in a ponytail behind him, his golden eyes locked in concentration on the task at hand. His hands were strong, yet gentle, his casual, light yellow t-shirt tight around his torso. He wore light, faded blue jeans, and black socks. The room was small, the only source of light being the fire. A thin blanket was thrown to the side of the sofa, a pillow on top of that, and there being to bed in the small room, the man probably slept on the sofa. the couch was about a yard and a half away from the fireplace, the door to the man's right. The window's blinds were thrown open so the blizzard could be seen from inside the room. Suddenly, a loud scuffle was barely audible over the howling winds from outside. The man quickly stood, running over to his closet besides the fireplace, throwing it open. He pulled out a winter coat, throwing it over himself, and a pair of snow pants and shoes, hastily putting those on, as well. He pulled a long sheathe about the same length as Excalibur from the closet, putting the strap over his left shoulder as he ran back to the couch, throwing the Holy Sword into the sheathe. He ran to the door, throwing it open, and looked out. Another man stood outside, calling out at the top of his lungs:[/i] "The bandits! From the canyon! They're coming for the Vault!" [i]Eyes wide, the blond man shouted back:[/i] "You won't get nothing done like that! Knock on their damn doors!" [i]The first man's reply was inaudible, if he did reply, however he ran off, his footsteps unable to be heard over the screaming winds. The piercing gale was subzero, and visibility was near zero, for the night was dark and the clouds were dense, the snow soaring almost horizontally. The first man was soon no longer in sight, however the men of the houses quickly rushed out, grabbing their weaponry as they gathered around the blond-haired man. One yelled out above the winds:[/i] "What the hell is going on, Josh?" [i]The blond man, Josh, looked towards the man who had called out.[/i] "Bandits, Dylan," [i]He replied, loud enough so his voice was audible.[[/i] "Bandits're coming, and I'd betcha a hundred dollars that they've caught wind of the Vault." [i]Dylan cursed loudly, and Josh turned back to the other men then had gathered.[/i] "Alright, listen up," [i]He said, addressing the men that would risk their lives to protect what was dear to them.[/i] "I'll visit the Vault, see if the bandits have found it. If I ain't back in twenty-four hours, call me dead. Protect your children and wives, men, because I doubt that these bandits'll take pity." [i]With that, Josh turned tail, and headed into the mountains at a brisk jog, his footprints quickly buried by the falling snow. He entered a woods of pine trees, where the trunks and leaves of the trees blocked most of the near-horizontal snowfall. Here, footprints could be seen, footprints that Josh did not make. He stared at the footprints, and decided to follow, his boots falling silently in front of one another in the snow, softly blanketing the ground. Swiftly jogging, the blond-headed man soon caught sight of a small figure in the forest, cloaked in blank. He picked up his pace, his footfalls still silent as a rock, until he was only a hundred yards from the figure in front of him. Here, deep in these woods, soft moonlight shone through the trees, and the dark sky was clear. Josh had no idea that he had been running for so long, that he had completely outran the blizzard, yet he focused on the figure. The figure was about six foot two, and wore a long, torn black cloak, and their broad shoulders showed that the figure was most likely a male. His back was turned to Josh, his gloved hands hanging by his sides. Josh narrowed his golden eyes in suspicion, and decided to tail the strange figure. After what felt like hours to Josh, the figure turned a corner, and disappeared from view. Following the figure's footsteps, Josh rounded the same tree the figure had turned around. Suddenly, a soft whistling was heard in the calm night air, the quiet sound of a knife speed towards the back of Josh's head. He quickly ducked, and a throwing knife sank into the trunk of the pine tree only a foot away from Josh. He reflexively spun, drawing Excalibur, which glowed in the in the night, rushing forward quickly. The figure drew a longsword as well, a black, three foot long one. He swung vertically, the blade whistling through the still air, and Josh stopped in his tracks, sending snow flying. He lifted Excalibur up, the grip of the Holy Blade above his left shoulder, and the figure's black longsword struck the glowing, golden one with a loud clanging. Josh then maneuvered his arms so the force of the figure's vertical slash continued on down, however now Josh's blade was there, redirecting the blade downwards to Josh's right, and the tip of the longsword sank into the snow, Josh having executed a perfect parry. Josh smiled in pride, bring Excalibur up and thrusting with the blade, however the figure was ready; he jumped back, kicked off to Josh's left, and sprang forward, all within a single second. The figure was now on Josh's left flank, who was still facing forward. The figure lunged, aiming a wide, arcing slash from left to right, and Josh spun, blocking it the slash halfway through. He pushed forward, trying to knock the figure off balance, however his opponent held his ground, his boots firmly planted into the snow. The figure pulled his sword back, aiming a thrust forward, and Josh sidestepped slightly, lifting Excalibur vertically, and parrying the thrust to his right. The figure's momentum made him stumble slightly, however he used it to his advantage, taking a few quick steps to Josh's right. From underneath his torn, black cloak, the figure pulled out a black, 9mm pistol. Josh's eyes widened, and the figure pointed the gun at Josh's forehead. He, however, was already on the move; just in time. His head moved out of the way a millisecond before the figure pulled the trigger, and the 9mm bullet flew past his head, its soft whistling through the air drowned out by the loud bang from the gun. The bullet scraped Josh's left ear, and he grit his teeth. Without flinching, he used the rightward movement to aiming a swing with Excalibur at the figure's back, its soft glow unwavering throughout the night. The figure turned with amazing speed, blocking the swing, however Josh's attack was with much more force than the figure expected; he was sent flying back, and slammed into a pine tree, the snow on top of the tree falling on top of his body. The figure slowly stood, growling, before an earthquake shook the forest. Snow fell off the trees, landing on the ground with a soft thud the resonated within the entire forest. Just after, a loud rumbling was heard from behind Josh, the figure pointed behind the golden haired man, a shocked expression underneath his black hood. Josh turned, and was greeted with an avalanche, snow rushing down from the peaks towards him. He suddenly yelled out:[/i] "Run!" [i]Both he and the figure sprinted for their lives downhill, the hundreds of tons of snow closely following. However, they couldn't outrun Mother Nature, and their bodies were buried under the avalanche. The two were never to be seen again.[/i] ((Limit, continued in first reply.))