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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
1/25/2018 4:22:10 AM
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THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
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5 Replies[b]Samurai prime swings his massive blade at the tanks. Cutting them in half and igniting them at the same time. He picks them up and stabs them into his blade, so that he makes a kebab of Lenny tanks. [/b]
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[i]Sithis, the god, raised himself into the air. He was quite annoyed at the lennies, so he decided "-blam!- it" as he summoned his armies of several hundred thousand dragons to attack, and he himself began to shoot a giant lazer at the lennies, disintegrating their bodies and killing all of them[/i] [spoiler]gg its over[/spoiler]
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2 Replies[b][u]The Garage[/u][/b] In Preperation of any immanent attacks of the Lenny's... again... We are now offering a Chimera APC with combat attachments at reduced prices. Base price 1800 Credit Additions [spoiler]Bladded Plow +200 Plow +free Side and front mounted Flamers. +200 Anti Personnel swivel turret+200 W/ anti vehicle rocket pods +200 Anti personnel/vehicle gernade launcher +400 Anti Tank gun +800[/spoiler]
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74 RepliesEdited by Orn: 9/11/2016 2:16:46 PM[i][u]Memories of the Past[/u][/i] [i][u]Training Grounds, 1:35 PM Isabelle Haynes[/u][/i] "...Damnit, Edward." [i]Isabelle murmured to herself, sitting on a wooden bench within one of the courtyards within the Dojo's walls. Wearing her signature light grey fiber jacket and bright blue pants, her arms and leggings were reinforced with steel playing, a layer of carbon fiber and ceramic armor under her jacket. Her turquoise hair had grown out once miler, reaching her shoulders at this point, her pale skin practically glowing in the sunlight. A submachine gun was at her side, a 6'3 foot long metal staff on her back. Her light blue eyes were staring down at her palm, the engagement ring still on her finger, and in her palm at the moment? A picture of herself, drawn by Edward long, long ago. It showed a younger version of her, when she was twenty-seven. When she was still a drug-addled freak. When she met him, of all people. Isabelle sighed once again, closing her eyes. She regretted it all. She missed Edward, for he was in some damn war that she had participated in, but retreated after she had become pregnant. And then, the kid. She was about to break down. To curl up, and cry nonstop. She didn't even know where her own son was. She feared for his life. No. She had to stay focused. He was alright, he had to be. Isabelle sighed heavily, picking up the shotgun beside her. The weapon that had got her through so much. Perma-Fix. She grinned as she held its grip, rising up from her bench and heading towards the training grounds. She had to get in a fight soon. She just had to. And she intended to do so now.[/i] (Open)
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Edited by Royal Blade: 9/11/2016 5:29:04 PM[b]The sound of crunching bones became evident as a dozen Knights and warriors fought the attackers. The dojo Cannons shooting the tanks, destroying them [/b]
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148 RepliesEdited by Royal Blade: 9/11/2016 3:03:24 AM[b][i][u]The Dight's own Dojo[/u][/i][/b] [b]Somewhere with Dojoville sits a gate, and a wall on its sides. There was a few small booths by the gate, each selling an assortment of items. Some of these items were small wooden sculptures of dojo members, specifically the Dight. There was a small group coming up, tourists most likely. They looked upon the gate with awe and rushed to the booths, buying whatever they could. From with the gate, come three Knights. Teriar, Hamilton, and Jeremiah. The crowd goes wild as the gates open, Hamilton and Jeremiah holding the group back as Teriar approaches a person. He had his usual furry shoulder pads and dual wield swords on his back. [/b] "You coming?" [b]He pulls the person into the gates and Jeremiah as well as Hamilton follow. The gates close and the crowd seems upset as we begin down the path. You are that person [/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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7 RepliesVenturing her ways to the gate of the dojo is a young woman with a pouch of tea leaves and a cloak floating gently in the breeze. The approaches the gates knocking at the door looking for entry. "Sorry if I'm intruding. I was wandering and came across this place. I was wondering if I was allowed in." [spoiler]In the words of claptrap annnnnd open![/spoiler]
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3 Replies[b]Just outside the front gates of the Dojo, the air begins to churn. For a moment nothing happens, then: a massive swirling mass of purple forms for a moment, and dissipates. Left in the small crater formed, a mechanical suit of armor staggers to it's feet, clutching it's head.[/b] "Oi...Hate that part...Wai-" [b]The armor makes a retching noise, as if the occupant were vomiting. It then looks around.[/b] "This place again? COME ON!" [b]The armor looks left, and sees a snake staring at him. He tilts his head, then flips it off.[/b] "-blam!- you, Lutece. You suck." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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116 Replies[b]Dojo Gates // 11:59 AM // JT & Natalie. [/b] [i] "It's just up ahead Nat, come on." The old cowboy grunted as he stepped up the stone path to the Dojo's gates. It was funny, normally his bones would be tired from walking at his age, although because of his legs being carbon fibre and steel he didn't have any troubles, aside from stepping lightly so the springs in his legs don't make him jump. Nonetheless though, he slowly pushed ahead to the top of the stairs, as the wind blew against him to push the lightly shaded brown duster back, which in turn sent specks of dust and dirt from his jacket and off into the air behind him. JT wasn't a lightly armoured and equipped figure, even though only one weapon from his usual loadout was visible on him. A single shotgun rests on his back, held in place by a strap reaching from behind the second trigger on his stockless shotgun to a small clip between the bottom of the second and third barrels. A rack of twelve gauge rounds rests on his torso, each encased in lead due to the radioactive and deadly uranium inside. His dark grey shells and black bandolier looked strange in comparison to his emerald green jumpsuit beneath the duster, which was accented with black around the collar and wrists, though the ankles were hidden by his brown boots that matched the hat he wore atop his head. JT's cyan blue eyes darted ahead as he scratched his white beard with his left hand, which was a skeletal prosthetic with the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix resting on the forearm. The woman trailing behind him looked nothing like her well aged father, despite being his child. Natalie wasn't an astounding six-foot-three like her dad was, she wasn't a Cyborg that was half-machine, she was a normal human. Albeit with the gift of teleportation and levitation of objects, that is. Her raven black hair flowed beautifully along her back as the onyx shaded leather armour matched her hair almost flawlessly, and the hood and mask on her head remained off and on her back. The emerald green eyes of the female figure trailed the father as a smirk fell on her face, and merry thoughts of her in the far future came to her. She thought about training, and what her father would get her to know. Natalie's right hand rested on the hilt of her sword which remained in its carbon fibre sheath, and an array of throwing knives, a switchblade, a karambit knife, a neck knife, a switchblade, a shuriken and a key-shaped knife rested on her belt, the polished blue colour maintaining a gleam as the light from the sun hits it. "I'd ask how far it is, but..." Natalie trailed off as her eyes came upon the massive walls of the Dojo, alongside the gate that remained there. A smile came to both her face and JT's, though JT's smile was noticeably wider. He was a lieutenant at this place, where the Martyr Phoenix once trained, where Alexander Wilson fought many combatants, and where a library of knowledge remained in his room, in the most literal sense. He had been working on compiling all the available data on the place for months. "You like the place?" JT asked his daughter. "It's alright." Nat replied, as her eyes wandered along the cleaned walls. She thought it would be fun to climb it at nights and stare off into the surrounding areas. "Come on, you'll love it, there's even a Starbucks." JT informed off his daughter as he arrived at the gate, and placed his right hand on it. His flesh-coloured carbon fibre prosthetic pushed the door open as Courtyard B2 was revealed to the pair of them, and either one walked in. "Holy shit..." Natalie responded as her eyes opened widely upon spotting the interior of the massive location, and her mouth was left agape. JT's hands were on the hips of his hands in that moment as his gaze scanned the Dojo all around, and a smile rested on his face. "Welcome home." [/i] ((Open))
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[b]Rorek swings his Greatsword, cleaving the lennies in half.[/b] [u]DIE YOU BASTARDS[/u]
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2 Replies[b][i]Both sides, tired and beaten from war, decide to come to a white peace. The LENNIES leave the mountain, their military heavily wounded by the dojo's forces. The dojo has successfully defended itself. But not without a cost. Thousands lie dead in dojoville. The town is aflame, and people are left homeless. The dojo wall has a large hole in it, and destroyed Lenny tanks lie the path like stones. Even though the dojo has fended for itself, the LENNIES have successfully damaged the dojo. The Timurid Khanate takes it's horde and returns to the Steppe, planning it's net conquest.[/i][/b]
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14 Replies[b]Works and Smaug sit on the great steps[/b] Works- That was intense. Smaug- The first time was worse. Works- There was another!? Smaug- Yeah, but let's help the people at Dojoville. [b]they walk to Dojoville and see the dead laying everywhere and the now homeless people sitting on the streets[/b] Smaug- Stay here. I'm gonna go get wood. [b]he grows his wings and flies to the forest[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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[b]Assistance Required [/b] [b]The Dojo guards, as well as the Dight had been spotted around Dojoville, assisting the people [/b]
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30 Replies[i]In the midst of the gunfire and dust of the Lenny War, a lone figure strolled into the courtyard. Their footsteps were silent, and their walk was more of a glide than anything. They wore a black cloak, and a black suit, their gender unable to be discerned. A hood pulled over their head, and a mask pulled up to reveal only her stormy, dark gray eyes, the figure stopped in the middle of the courtyard. On their back was a longsword, in its black sheathe. The sheathe was five five, and just as sharp as any sword. The figure drew the sheathed longsword from her back, keeping it in its deadly casing. The longsword's sheathe was only two inches shorter than the figure, however they were able to hold it surprisingly easily. The figure's black boots were firmly planted into the ground, and they waited for whoever would test them.[/i] open, just want a tester
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9 Replies[b][u]From Russia With Love.[/u][/b] [b]Dimitry finishes his exhausting hike up to the Dojo only to see the carnage that lay before him. He takes a deep breath through his gas mask.[/b] "Reminds me of Motherland. Except less destroyed." [b]He takes his Ak-74u off of his back and checks the magazine with a sigh. [/b] "Is glass half empty or half full? Neither. Glass is full." [b]He re-inserts the full magazine and proceeds cautiously.[/b] "Right about now some guy will probably rush me with knife like mad man. I'm prepared." (Open.)
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26 Replies[b]Jack took a good look. A dojo? Tch. He'd see. His nearly clipped footsteps echoed as he made his way to the front gate. After a fleeting moment of consideration, he entered. The magician had heard of a strict rule upon the place, and for now, he would need to follow it. He adjusted his white gloves and top hat, flipping his can. His precise and to the point voice made its way across, and to the ears of one person who's presence was required.[/b] A tester! [b]His order should be heard, if not it would be a shame. Either way he sat down in front of the gate, and proceeded to shuffle his cards. [/b] [spoiler]Open to all! (That includes non testers if one wants to chat.)[/spoiler]
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2 Replies[u]Gertrude[/u] [i]mia is in the woods like she always is completely obviously to going on outside those woods. She walking toward Gertrude one her more bigger spiders she could call her but she doesn't feel like it. Walking beside is tiny calf sized wolf spider. It not long before she gets closer to her spiderweb cause their huge tree branch size spidersilk strands everwhere. When she get closer she see one Gertrude's big hairy legs which is very long. Mia has no fear as she walks deeper in to her nest. But little does know that see was followed[/i] [b]you are that person[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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33 Replies[b][i]A Fitting Arrival Gates of the Dojo.[/i][/b] [i] Outside the gates of the Dojo, an anomaly occurs. Something definitely not new to the realm, but interesting all the same. The air seemed to split open, a rip in time and space revealing a swirling purple and black void, and out steps a new arrival. The man was tall, standing at about 6'2", clad in slim fitting black armor that was almost assassin in nature and made of a sleek, glossy black metal. On the man's face, an Oni demon mask made of a twisted and contorted black metal with sprouting black horns. At the man's hip, three katanas were bound to his side by a black silk ribbon. The first was a brilliant and shining white and gold, the white ribbons and sheathe utterly flawless. Quite the contrast to the man's dark attire. The second sword was more at home, a complete and utter black. No, black would imply color. This sword was the complete embodiment and depiction of pure shadow. The third and final katana was rather drab compared to its brothers. An olive green, but an interesting thing was the pommel was in the shape of an oriental dragon head. This new arrival walked towards the gates, his very stride foreshadowing an untold amount of capability. Like his form was only a vessel for unrestricted power and dominion. He reached the gates, and simply leaned a shoulder on them and awaited an arrival. After all, he was sure someone had seen him drop in. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F [spoiler]open to JT for testing, and anyone else who wants to say hello. [/spoiler]
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25 Replies[b]With the attack forces falling back, Royal kneels down by Stripes, who is coughing up blood. A gunshot wound is in his chest and lennies can be seen circling the wound[/b] [i]"It's been an honor sir. I look forward to serving you in the next life. Now kill me. I beg you. [/i] [b]Royal quietly nods, stabbing Stripes through the heart with his dagger. Stripes goes limp and Royal stands, obviously angered[/b] "Those shits will pay." [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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9 Replies[b][u]The Garage[/u][/b] [I]Byoki Desert [/i] Leman nails up a board on a small garage like building on the edge of the desert. The vehicles here are apperently in much worse condition due to the environment but look noticeably easier to maintain. Bounty Board Week of 9-11 thru 9-17 [spoiler]-Salvage is still open for trade at all shops. -Desert raiders have been pushing their limits, push them back to protect the locals. -the Desert hides many things, offering credits for artifacts and bonus for any leads to an underground facility[/spoiler] For Sale [spoiler]Dune Rat - a basic dune buggie. Cheaply built and easily broken. 300 credits Truk- a higher endurance work horse more for hauling salvage and artifacts. 600 credits. WarBuggy - designed with ork ingenuity in mind. This Truk had aditional armor, a lift kit, forward plow, spare tire, hydrolic jack, and 2 bed mounted personnel operated machine guns - for lease on Patrol bounties. For Sale 2500 credits All vehicles are Diesel powered and pump are available for free here.[/spoiler]
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Lord Inquisitor Mao Ling Defaln, usually just called Ling arrived to Dojoville. "Heretics. Not even shrines to the God Emperor himself..." He muttered under his breath, as his Inquisitorial Overcoat brushed along the ground, its pitch black leather now dirty. On his left shoulder was a brooch, with the Inquisitor symbol pinned on it. Lings back had the [i]Aquila[/i] branded on it. However his face was hidden by a hood, to preserve his identity. "How the hell did I get here again...This must be the work of The Warp no doubt. I should talk with these..beings to see where I am." [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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18 RepliesEdited by JealousOrc: 9/11/2016 9:18:52 PM[b][i]The Shi Canyon[/i][/b] [b]Man 1 from before(in the old Dojo thread) is in a building within the outpost[/b] [b]he walks out of it and there stands Man 2 and 3 guarding the building[/b] Man 1: They're still not here!? Man 2: They should be arriving any minute now boss. Man 1: Well they better get of their- [b]the gate opens and in comes about 10 men in black suits[/b] Man 1: Did you bring my ride? Random Man: Yes sir. It's outside. Man 1: Good. You all stay here and guard. Me, Roger, and Jim here will go to the Dojo with a raider escort and find Works. [b]the 3 men go outside with 5 raiders following[/b] [b]the raiders get in a dune buggy with a turret on the back[/b] [b]the 3 men get in an old car, but it looks brand new[/b] [b]they drive to the Dojo and arrive at Dojoville[/b] [b]they see all the destruction[/b] Man 1: Ugh. What a mess. Why would anyone wanna live here? Anyways, let's get out of here. Man 2(Roger): Yes sir. [b]he parks and so do the raiders[/b] [b]they get out of their vehicles[/b] Man 1: The raiders can stay here and wait. Roger and Jim, you come with me. [b]the raiders wait in Dojoville resisting the urge to raid it[/b] [b]the 3 men walk up the steps to the Dojo gate[/b] [b]Man 1 knocks[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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83 Replies[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Dojoville [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 13:30 [i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Violet Acciaroli [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] Brainwashed and Returned [b][i]It had been 13 years since Vio wiped her memory clean.[/i][/b] [i]She didn't remember a thing about the village she had just wandered into. The woman was around 32, and stood at 5'4". She had deep, violet eyes, and no hair. Her right arm was prosthetic, and on her back was a seven foot long chainsaw. She wore a long sleeved, beige shirt, the left sleeve rolled up and the right sleeve torn off altogether, revealing her new prosthetic. Her loose, black trousers were rolled up to her ankles, and she wore casual, beige shoes. Her violet eyes were artificial, and scanned the village. The only thing she knew was that she'd been in these coordinates before, however she did not remember when, and she remembered nothing about a village named Dojoville. Her skin was pale, and her left hand trailed absentmindedly over her bald head. Her face was familiar. But it was older, and the last time she had been seen, she had naturally violet hair. She had also been using a black longsword, instead of the seven foot long chainsaw on her back. Also, it was certain that her right arm was flesh and blood before. However, her facial structure remained the exact same, and there wasn't any doubt that this woman was Vio, however now, her named was Violet. Violet Acciaroli.[/i][spoiler]OPEN!![/spoiler]
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24 Replies[b][i][u]Cue maniacal laughter.//1400 In front of the Dojo Character: Doc the Mad Alchemist.[/u][/i][/b] [b]A crashing noise is heard as a swirling rift firms in front of the Dojo. A man steps through, or rather... Falls? Through. Like he stepped into a portal in the floor but the edit was vertical. Anyways, he was now standing outside the rift. He wore a steel chest piece over furs, around his waist was cloths, furs, potions, chains, and other assorted things. Like a skirt. Or something. On his back was a huge backpack with more bottles full of mysterious liquids on it. What looked like the top of a giant bottle poked out. He stretches as the portal swirls closed. He grabs a giant scythe off his leg, unfolding it in a single movement. He twirls it around before folding it back and re-attaching it tongue leg.[/b] [i]"What a wonderful place to kill at."[/i]
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45 Replies[b][i]Hey Look! A Blind Girl![/i][/b] [b]This was the first time she'd stepped foot in a new place for a while. For the past six years she'd just sat around in her old pad, sitting on a huge pile of credits after a completed bounty. The first she'd been on. She stepped foot into the small town below, just to find this place she'd heard of. The place was called the Dojo, and she heard that there was some people of interest in this place, and she intended to meet them. Onlookers nearby had glanced at her as she passed, yet another traveler was trying to get into the Dojo, a feat accomplished by many, but those many were among the strongest in the universe. She knew she was nowhere near this top tier, but that's why she was going there. She stumbled over a rock, and fell to the ground. She quickly got up, and dusted off her green silk robe that covered her gray top and pants. She also wore a pair of grey shoes, dusty from sand. She had now realized that her long hair had gotten tangled with the back of her robe, that would be complicated to sort out. Her black hair usually almost dragged the ground, but it was a bit longer this time. It was at this moment that she realized that her mask had fallen to the ground, looking much like a wolf. Her backpack's contents had spilled on the ground, but wasn't that interesting. It held a bag of trail mix, and some bottles of water. There was one thing there that was interesting, though. A small, blue sphere, but it was quickly stashed away. She picked up, and put it on. The red lenses covered her murky, brown eyes, which were... Broken. She didn't have sight like everyone else. She was blind, but did "see" by using echolocation. After regaining her composure, she continued to walk through the village, and it sure took her a while to get to the steps of the Dojo. She had finally reached the steps of the mighty Dojo, being very excited by the prospect of meeting some powerful people. It was then that she began to walk the steps. She climbed the steps slowly, admiring the view of the town from above. It was at this point that she heard a soft growl, and "looked" in its direction. There stood two large wolves, looking for blood. She immediately pulled out a revolver, and she fired in its general direction. One of the wolves brains were splattered across the steps. She holstered the revolver, and pulled a sword from her hip. She sprinted at the wolf, and decapitated it with one swipe. The green sword was now coated in blood, but she wiped it against the beast's fur, then sheathed it. She continued up the steps. After a short while, she reaches the gates, waiting for anyone to respond.[/b] "Hello? Anyone there?" [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
