[b][u]ATOM VS CTHULU[/u][/b] Dale was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As he looked around he spotted Bedlam, who had just been constructed as well. Then, a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of the dunes of a desert, and as the two foes stood where they were, the entire arena transformed into sand beneath their feet and massive sand dunes rose up around them, stretching as far as they could see. The beating heat was terrible and both combatants already began to sweat. Then, Haakon spoke. “THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!” [spoiler] -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]

[b][u]DIE VS ASAP[/u][/b] The Initiate General was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As they looked around they spotted...what the hell? A girl? She was puffing clouds like a vape God. Ohhhh, it was frisky, who had just been constructed as well. Then, a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of a campfire, and as the to foes stood where they were, the entire arena transformed into a...oh wow. The arena turned into a bonfire. There was a small fire pit with lawn chairs set out around the flames. All around them however were densely packed trees, ones the two wouldn’t be able to get through. There was a table of snacks like chips and marshmallows, as well as a coffee machine. And...was that pink Floyd playing? [spoiler] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_FrOQC-zEog[/spoiler] It was! Then, Haakon spoke. “THREE! TWO! ONE...wait are we sure about this...?” The audience could here a muffled discussion for a minute, before Haakon got back on the mic. “Well alright then...FIGHT?!” [spoiler]best of luck, Ero...[/spoiler] [spoiler] -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]

[b][u]TUBBS VS ORN....[/u][/b]oh boy... Victoria was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As she looked around they spotted Tubbs, who somehow glitched the system and was jumping on a fun House bouncy castle. Then he dropped as a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of Flowers, and as the two foes stood where they were, the entire arena transformed into a massive yellow fields. Bright yellow daisies went up to the fighters knees as the endless field stretched on for eternity. There were a few large oak trees that seemed like they were hundreds of years old, due to the sheer size of them. Then, Haakon spoke. “THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!” [spoiler] -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]

[b][u]WHEB VS DIO[/u][/b] Jason was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As he looked around he spotted Marcus, who had just been constructed as well. Then, a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of a plan on concrete, and as the to foes stood where they were, the entire arena transformed into a massive airstrip. But that wasn’t just it, this airstrip was accompanied by two more, one on each side of it. There were massive hanger bays all around these strips, and there were planes stopped in these areas as well as on each of the runways. Then, Haakon spoke. “THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!” [spoiler] -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]

[b]The Lounge was about to experience some serious unrest. Drunken morons started pissing each other off as they had been all day. But it was getting worse. Two of the more vocal drunkards were behind Lyra, who was, for her part, remaining calm. This was surprising considering her usual murderous tendencies. Currently, she was wearing a sleeveless black shirt with the cover art from Metallica's album Kill Em All and a pair of ripped jeans, a stark contrast to her usual combat armor. Her hair was the exact shade of crimson of the blood which adorned said album art, and the two meshed together in an oddly disconcerting way. It was a contrast to her starkly pale skin. Anyways, the drunkards were arguing about some dumb shit she couldn't even tell with how bad their speech was slurred. One calling the other a fućking idiot, the other punching him in the face, the first one unintelligibly yelling back. Lyra remained calm, speaking in a drawl just loud enough to be heard. "You're both fućking morons. Now chill the hell out or I'll make sure you do." They both retorted, but she stopped paying attention, muttering "Your call, jackass." A moment later, they both fell to the ground and started convulsing and shrieking in pain. Then they fell silent. An observant onlooker would see they were still breathing, but most took them for dead and fled. Not even looking up, she simply shouted, "You fućkers wanna keep this shit up, i won't be so kind next time. You wanna fight, take it outside. I don't give a shit. You wanna stay here, chill the fućk out. Let us drink in piece, damnit." With that said, she went back to drinking as if nothing had happened.[/b] [spoiler]Open. Fight. Talk. Idgaf. I'm bored.[/spoiler]

[b][u]DIAMOND DOG VS SABER[/u][/b] Alpha was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As she looked around she spotted Rai, who had just been constructed as well. Then, a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of a tree, and as the to foes stood where they were, the entire arena transformed into a thickly dense forest. Rays of sunshine tried to find their way through he tall tons of this creation, but darkness seemed to take the woods over. Then, Haakon spoke. “THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!” [spoiler] -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]

[b][u]WELCOME TO THE CELTIC ISLES![/u][/b] Everyone who had signed up for the yearly tournament made their way across the gellidius and ollimund in their own unique ways. Cars, teleportation, planes, super speed you name it. As everyone boarded the ginormous cruise ship that had arrived, they were immediately treated to their rooms and five star services. Clearly this Jarl Haakon shed no expense, but anyone smart enough knew that he wanted to treat his guests proper for the sole purpose of them being comfortable enough to gut each other the next day. While some who saw things at face value seemed to think this was an incredibly nice gesture of him. And for anyone who knew him, they knew it was a road between these two lines of thought. The cruise took two days until the fighters of the dojo laid their eyes on the isle of Ragnarok. It was a massive landmass and as they drew closer it was all they could see on the horizon. It was mountainous but also beautiful as it looked bountiful with life and colour. The city came into view, that was a sight all on its own. Massive buildings made entirely from stone and Nordic in their design. They towered over the large stone walls of the city which only opened up to the shore line were miles of boats were docked. Fire works shot off from the city as the cruise ship made its way into the large harbour, where the combatants would disembark to see the city in full. There were red, blue and yellow banners that made their way from building to building and lights that lit up the evening. Braziers were lit with white, magical looking fire across the top of the walls. However, not all was this colourful. If one would look around, they would see destroyed buildings in the process of being rebuilt. Roads that were cracked and damaged, and people who bore brutal looking scars on their exposed skin. Ah, yes, the Celtics. They were a large people. All towered over six feet. It seemed their hair came in two colours, blond and red. And the men, their beards would stretch down to their waists and their hair would be braided in order to keep it short. The woman too were burly, but their eyes almost seemed to light up the world around them. They braided their hair like the men, and as the group of fighters made their way up the city they soon realized cat calling was met with a swift punch to the jaw. As the group made their way up the town, which seemed to constantly elevate up on an angle, the massive coliseum came into view on the large road the group walked up. It was designed similarly to that of the other arenas, but this one seemed bigger, and was adorned with flashing lights and banners and braziers and... Lots of advertisements, actually. As the group neared the entrance to the arena, a large podium came into sight. And on it stood a large, burly man. He had ginger hair, a face that seemed to consist mostly of scarred tissue, and bright blue eyes that lit up as the group stopped in front of where he stood. With that, raised his hands up in greeting. “WELCOME! MEMBERS OF THE DOJO!” He bellowed. “My name, is Jarl Haakon. Thank you ALL for coming to this grand event! With your help, I have no doubt the Celtic isles will raise enough money to finish our rebuilding efforts!”Haakon told them. “Ah, But you’ve all had a long journey. And I’m not one to keep you waiting! I’m sure you are all wondering who you are fighting...hmm? Yes, I thought so. Well before we do that, I would like to explain just how this tournament will work!” [b][u]RULES FOR THE TOURNAMENT[/u][/b] [spoiler]You will ascend the ranks by fighting other people who are randomly selected to fight you. A “Bracket” is the set of fights. Each set of fights is timed, and said times are listed in the schedule. These are flexible, but we would like to keep to the schedule. Also, fight well. As by the end of the tourney rewards will be presented. 1) the first bracket will be five days of fighting. If you do not finish your fights by the end of that time the winner will be decided by judging. 5 days. 2) winners of first bracket fight. One winner sits out and will fight a loser from this bracket. 3days 3) while the winners move on the randomly selected winner(or the earliest loser) will fight the person who hasn’t fought yet. The winners from the second bracket will move on to the third. 3 days 4) Winners of second bracket fight will fight. The loser will fight the winner who was left behind in the second bracket while the winners of the third bracket move on. 3 days 5) Winners of third bracket fight. Winners move on while loser stays back to fight winner of second bracket. 3 days 6) Winners of fourth bracket fight. The winner moves on to the championship fight. Meanwhile the loser fights the fighter who was behind. Winner moves on to championship fight. Betting opens up at this stage. 3 days 7) champion ship fight. Lasts until a winner is won through combat. 8) the rules for this tourney are as follows. -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] “And now...the fights for the FIRST BRACKET!” JT vs Zane [b]OH BOY[/b] Sonic VS Saber Wheb VS Dio Roy VS Hak Die VS ASAP Orn VS Tubbs [b][i]HO-LEE SHIT[/i][/b] Caz VS Space Mom Vile VS False Atom VS Cthulu “Also...” Haakon started again. “If any of you were confused, you will not actually be slaughtering each other. Each of you will be submitted to a SIM-CHAIR which will allow you to act as a digitally constructed version of yourself in the arena.” With that, the man crossed his arms and grinned. “Now! The fighting will begin...TOMORROW. So be ready, and we will let you know when your fight is on! For now, enjoy the festivities!” [spoiler]open to interaction! Hang around In Ragnarok as you please! Prob won’t reply so...feel free to write your own fun stuff.[/spoiler]

[b][u]JT VS ZANE[/u][/b] JT was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As he looked around he spotted his foe, Zane, the tournament champion. He had just been constructed as well. Then, a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of a train. And then suddenly, everything got much faster. The two blinked, and then found themselves on top of their own trains cars right next to eachother. They were at the very back of the train. The train seemed to be on tracks that went across water, no way would this be feasible in real life as it cut across the ocean surface. It only made slight turns, but it was moving at a fast pace. To their observation, the two saw that their were twenty cars including their own until the front of the train, the engine. Looks like the Jarl went all out for this one. Then, Haakon spoke. “THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!” [spoiler] -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]

[b][i][u]Remnants of Past Sins[/u][/i][/b] [i]What is it like to die?[/i] The woman watched from a high bluff the movements of the rippling water. The sky was gray and the world was bleak, and she almost wanted to curl up into a little corner and forget about everything. However, she had a job to do. There wasn't any time for games. All there was was the need for revenge. She killed the man who had walked along the shore with such coldness that she had almost forgotten she had existed. [i]But what is existence? It's definition is beyond that of our own scope...[/i] Now she was walking down an alleyway in the city of Olympus Solis, rain crackling down in a melodic pattern. There were ships above, moving rapidly as they disregarded the life of those that lived outside of their temporary bubble of travel. She looked up at them briefly, keeping her head down, with her white hair being hidden by her black raincoat. If she could just find the operative, the woman would have everything she needed. [i]Actions carry weight. Decisions shape the lives and experiences of everyone. But you forgot that, didn't you? You killed her anyway. The pain... that is all that you are now.[/i] She was standing in the midst of a broken valley of ash and bone and war, with nothing but empty sky above. The sea was dry and the mountains cracked, and the ground was soaked in blood. [i]Do you see what you have done? Do you see the result of your painful existence? DO YOU SEE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO INFLICT ON YOUR VERY SOUL!? You deserve to be in hell. Why? Don't you hear their screams? The demons are coming to take you back to whence you came.[/i] Darkness swirled around her, and she was being stalked by living shadow. She could hear it now. The screaming of lost souls and shrieks of demons. Then she saw a shadowy figure step out to her in a fiery blaze. She saw it smile wryly as it approached, reaching out to her. It's black hand was like death itself, and it melted the air as if it was reaching from another reality to find her and take away her soul... ------------------------------------- Caroline woke up terrified. It was early morning, and she was still in the Dojo sick-bay, "recovering" from her wounds after the crash. This place was different than others, almost more... authentic. It was better than what she was a part of before. But that... that shocked her. She needed a distraction. Something to ease her mind. A few minutes later, Caroline had found her way into the VR room. She wasn't currently in her exosuit, as it had earlier been damaged and needed to be repaired. Nonetheless, she sat in there and started to configure a simulation, until she heard someone else approach... [spoiler]Open! I still needs to do the test, so you can't yet directly fight me. Unless you're a tester, then please give me a fight[/spoiler]

[u]The Thоt Trio of Tatakai[/u] [u]Dojo Mountain, 2:41 PM[/u] [spoiler]Open to all. Yes, I'm too lazy to describe too much, at the moment. I'll link their bios, lol.[/spoiler] [spoiler][b]Cel[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238271693/0/0/1 [b]Eli[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/230268686/0/0/1 [b]Zara[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238968266/0/0/1[/spoiler] "...Ah? It wouldn't be-" "[i]No.[/i]" "...what's a thоt?" [i]Thunk.[/i] "A thоt is a derogatory term that can be used in conversation to describe a whоre, Celkym." [i]Elizabeth would murmur, as she would approach the straw dummy of which she had thrown her javelin through. Elizabeth had taken an.. odd outfit, for the colder weather: a tank top, white in color, alongside a pair of cyan blue running shorts. The outfit was exceptionally unique in the time of fall, but she seemed unaffected by the freezing temperatures, as she would rip out her icicle of a spear with a sigh.[/i] "No, we are not making a "Thоt Trio". I am not a plaything for men, I am a mage. I doubt that Celkym would endeavor in such actions - you, however.. I do not know." "No, not like women of pleasure," [i]Zara would jest, smirking at the sight of it while she leaned against an old, leafless tree, her helmet resting on a bench next to their Guardian companion. The Mandalorian mercenary would push herself off of the tree, stretching a little in her insulated armoring: a customized set, green and grey in color, the beskar plates covering her vitals carefully.[/i] "I mean, like a band of travelers with a funny name. Hell, it doesn't have to be "Thоt Trio", if that gets your g-string in such a twist-" "Begone." [i]Elizabeth would say with an awfully rude tone as she blushed at that comment, as Zara would laugh at the sight of the pale woman's complexion going icy pale. Though it would be Celkym's voice that would call out, after a deep sigh.[/i] >"A trio would be great, but not when we're arguing about our group's name! ...though Thоt Trio would degrade our situation."< [i]Celkym was the only individual that concealed her face from view, her head hidden away by her Knight's dome visor. The Vex-synthetic weave armoring that covered her body was smoothened and shiny, though frost had already formed upon the plating as if she was peculiarly used to the cold, yet the muffled, quiet voice within didn't complain. Celkym sighed as she stood from her bench, shaking her head.[/i] "This could work. But only if you two stop arguing." [i]There was no response, after that. Except for a transmission sent by Zara, to a few.. others. A beacon, leading whomever was listening "FIGHT, FUСK, OR FRIEND!" was the message sent over the transmission, all in text.[/i] [i]An extremely odd transmission to send, and a thirsty- well, eventful one at that.[/i]

[i]”Thanks for Everything, Dojo...” [/i] Why not? Interaction with any of my characters. To consider it new...I’ll allow you to choose who of my characters to interact with. So just put it into spoiler and tell me who you want to interact with. Even where it takes place. Consider this my thanks to the Dojo. And consider this to everyone who made it possible. Of course, they know who they are. Had been leading to me creating both memorable and forgettable characters for the past two years (a little more than that, actually...) So...I’d say this. Thanks for everything, Dojo...and Happy Thanksgiving. :p [spoiler]Open to all of course.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Space around Tatakai...[/i][/b] "Elias Ursem. Ex revolutionary turned mercenary and demolitionist. And we found ou half drunk in a bar pretty boy." [b][i]One of the men on the ship said. It was a smaller one, containing 3 bounty hunters and now the mercenary behind a stun-grid. The bounty hunter laughed a bit, as he looked at their prisoner.[/i][/b] [b][i]Elias looked at his captor as he sat on the bunk behind the stun-grid. He was clearly a bit peeved, and the reason was pretty clear.[/i][/b] "Would it have killed you to let me keep my arms?!" [b][i]He says, if he had any stumps he would have flailed them at his captors. He was donned in looser blue jeans, a black leather jacket as well as a dark red t-shirt under. Elias kept the act up, but he had a plan in place to get out of here, something he had rigged in their ship before he was on here.[/i][/b] "Aww, where'd be the fun in that?" [b][i]One if the other bounty hunters laughed as he flew the ship. Elias grinned a bit as they passed the planet, crossing his legs, his "foot" resting right above a detonator.[/i][/b] "fine, just make sure they don't get damaged when we crash." [b][i]As the button was pressed, the ships left engines exploding. The ship began to crash to the planet, the bounty hunters more concerned with getting themselves safe then yelling at Elias.[/i][/b] A few moments later... [b][i]The ship slammed into the ground, blasting to pieces due to several factors like a horrible trajectory angle and other things. One bounty hunter was skewered by the wheel of the ship, another being flung off a ledge as the ship crashed, the other managing to not die as he landed, only being knocked unconscious. Elias had a stroke of luck though, two large metal shards that would've removed his arms if they had been there landing next to him. He managed to raise himself up, looking around. He spoke as he did, shouting to anyone nearby.[/i][/b] "Hey! Anyone there?!" [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i]Black Widow Weavin’ Evil Notions[/i][/b] [i]“Dark secrets bein' spun in your web Good men goin' down in your ocean They can't swim 'cause they're tied to your bed” - AC/DC[/i] [b]Inside the Dojo Plaza, Dojo, Tatakai[/b] [i]She’d appeared instantaneously, without sound or bright flash, off in a corner in the central plaza of the Dojo. While it wasn’t her preferred hiding place, she took what she was given. Inferno had guaranteed her survival, and Lucien had removed the parasite from her body. Truth be told, she was simply happy to be alive. Stepping out from the corner, she surveyed her surroundings. The woman was tall and most certainly a goddess in her appearance. Her complexion was fair, her hair chestnut and glossy. Her eyes were a deep blue, looking innocent and ever-playful. She wore a pair of form-fitting jeans and a fur coat, along with a beanie, as well as a pair of Converses. Her rather regular appearance betrayed the gear in her backpack and the gear on her person, none of which was visible. Putting on a smile, she set forth to go to the quarters that Paris had procured for her. Finally, she was back doing what she had been best at; getting information.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[i]The Foundary 1300 Hours Tatakai orbit[/i] Just above the edge of Tatakai's atmosphere, the fabric of space rippled immensely. From the ground at the Dojo, it almost appeared as though one had thrown a stone into a puddle. As the waves became more and more intense, a massive space station audibly [i]popped[/i] into existence. The station in question was severely damaged, with fires blazing across the hull. The 'North' side had been cut nearly in half by a hull breach almost the size of the Dojo itself. As the station was caught by Tatakai's gravity, it slowly began to sink downward. Massive hydrogen thrusters began to fire, to little avail. Any radio equipment began to receive a transmission, presumably from the falling structure. "This is an automated message. May-Day, May-Day, May-Day, This is the Acrux Foundries research station , requiring immediate evacuation. Station has entered an inescapable gravity well, and is predicted to impact surface in-[i]Twenty[/i]-minutes. Internal scans report-[i]Three thousand, five hundred, and one[/i]-persons still aboard. This message will now repeat." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

BEHOLD! The most boring character on here: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238598154/0/0/1

[i]Further Tourney Prep![/i] Then, you turned the letter around, and on it you saw more letter. [i]”Ah, But this time things will be different! We aren’t just having one tournament, we will be having two! HA! One of these tournaments will be your classic, all out blood fest. Use your guns, knives, swords, magic whatever. Follow the rules though! As for the second tournament... It’s you, your skin, and your weapon. No magic, no guns, Melee only. Pure skill and wit in this one! No armor either ya wanks. It will literally be people fighting in their underwear with their Melee weapons! Haha! Amazing!”[/i] Then, there was a small line for a signature at the bottom of the letter. Underneath it it said [i]”Sign here and send this letter back to the Celtic isles so we can confirm your entry!”[/i] [spoiler]alright. Sign up for the 1) Melee tournament 2) Dojo tournament You can only enter one. If one barely gets any entrees, it won’t happen. Also, sign up your character here as well. Provide a bio please.[/spoiler] [b]CHANGE OF PLANS FOR MELEE TOURNEY: If you win the Melee tourney, and become the champion, you can join the dojo tournament. As in once you win the Melee tourney you will be put into the brackets for the dojo tourney, giving you a chance to win the dojo tourney as well[/b] [b]ALSO: like every other tourney ever, THIS IS A SIMULATION. IF YOUR CHARACTER DIES IN THE TOURNEY THEY DO NOT DIE IN THE REAL WORLD. The fighters are basically being plugged into animus-esque machines that generate the simulation. [/b] [b]MELEE TOURNAMENT WILL NOT HAPPEN. NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE SIGNED UP.[/b] [b]NEW RULE: YOU ARE ONLY ALLOWED 5 WEAPONS INCLUDING OFFENSIVE EQUIPMENT EACH FIGHT. YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LOADOUT BETWEEN FIGHTS. [/b] [b]ALSO THE CALIBER LIMITATION FOR FIRE ARMS IS .50cal BMG.[/b] [b]SIGN UPS ARE CLOSED[/b]

[b][u]Thanksgiving with the Greys[/u][/b] [i]Undisclosed Location, 16:00[/i] There were 33 seats at the long table. Sixteen per long side, and two seats at the head of the table. Mason sat at the head seat, wearing a blue dress shirt, khaki pants, and a tie that was black with turkeys on it. Mia sat to his right. Her brown hair in a single braid as usual. She wore a striped sweater dress that was olive, orange, yellow and white. Sarah sat to his left, wearing more or less the same dress. Her bronze locks were curled. There wete two empty seats next to them, but the rest of the table was occupied by Mason's horde of animals with dishes of kibble in front of them. On the Guardians' side of the table was a feast to behold. Turkey, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, a vegetable tray, tray of cranberry sauce, a ham, three baskets of bread rolls, a boat of gravy, and other typical Thanksgiving food. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]Mulling Things Over Alpha Somewhere above the Dojo grounds 9:30 AM[/b] She sat there, alone. Her armor glistened in the light of the morning sun, the faded orange the only real color amid the lifeless white and blue of her own body. The music softly simmered from the little holotape player she'd managed to hijack from somewhere. She had a faint feeling it was Wilson's or one of his friends at one point at some time, but it didn't matter right then. The smoke curled up around her face, and she took another pull. This was nice. For once. When she wasn't -blam!-ing everything up. Alpha seemed to be making that a habit of hers. She looked down at the photos in her hands, Drake, Winchester, Sawyer, Irina, Pandora. For all she knew, none of them knew or wanted to be near her. So, she sat there, waiting. [spoiler]open, short post[/spoiler]

[b][i]Hell Hath No Fury Like and Angry Woman[/i][/b] [b]Inside the Dojo Residences, Dojo, Tatakai[/b] [i]She’d cloaked the pain in her anger, something she’d always done. Tara Jennings stormed through the wet cobblestone streets and towards the home that she had rented for herself and Miles so that they would have a place to stay at the Dojo. The rain had picked up as the woman walked back to the home, drenching her completely by the time she’d gotten the door open. She walked inside and slammed the door behind her, throwing Miles’ helmet to the floor. Stomping up the stairs, she went into her room and slammed the door. Taking off all of her weapons and gear, she simply tossed it all onto her bed, before she changed out of her soaked clothes. She opted for a sweatshirt Rose had given to her and a pair of sweatpants, something dry and warm. She walked back downstairs, and stood in the center of the living room before going to lock the door, and flopping down on the couch. Tara curled herself up beneath the throw blanket and no longer did she hold back tears. She made not a sound, but she buried her face in the pillows. What Miles hadn’t realized was that his prior statement about Tara not being his sister had hurt far more than he had intended it to. While the two were not blood relatives, Tara, despite her consistent bullying of the teenager, considered him a brother. He’d been there for her during some really rough times, and she’d been there for him. For him to say something that in her eyes tossed it all away was painful to her, to say the least. And so she sat alone in the house, silently crying, and letting it out. Meanwhile, Miles had set off to find her in the wake of his comment, walking alone and in the rain. He sighed, silently cursing himself for saying something like that. He didn’t mean it, it just came out in the heat of the moment with her and the other woman tagging on him. Quite frankly, he was surprised that Tara had gotten so mad about it, normally she didn’t really care what he said. Maybe there really was someone down inside behind her whole hardass masquerade. He made it back to where the two of them had been staying, only to find the door locked and that he didn’t have a key. Jiggling the lock, he sighed, and slumped down against the doorway as the rain continued to pick up. His hair was plastered to his face, and he had started to shiver as the wind picked up. He was really beginning to wish he hadn’t let Tara get hold of his helmet. Miles could have broken the door in his exo, but that just meant they’d have to pay for another one, and so, he remained where he was, silently sitting and waiting, hoping that Tara wasn’t going to leave him out in the rain all night. Inside, the woman had heard Miles jiggle the doorknob and knock, but she ignored it. She was not about to forgive him so quickly.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Probably should get Miles inside or something.[/spoiler]

[b]Just little touch of magic here and there...[/b] [u]Location: a village close to the sea Time: noonish[/u] [i]Screams could be heard as villagers ran in terror as clearly as a few unknown creatures ran after them. They're about the size of a bear but much faster and more cunning as they ran in pairs or small groups as they chased the remaining villagers that weren't tore apart in some gruesome fashion. A woman with long red hair to her waist with strands of silver throughout it. She had light blue skin and a slender build. She wore a long black cloak over her clothing. She was holding her staff that had a purplish runes etched into the wood of her knarled looking staff. Azaleas was seen protecting a young family a mother and two little kids no older than three years old. She had put a strong barrier around them as she fought two of the foul creatures. Azalea was wielding her staff with such skill as she conjured up a nasty arc electrified the one in front her until it was a smoldering heap of as it was that powerful. Another one was hit with a spell that turned into solid glass which she swings the head of staff into shattering it before her very eyes. The red headed woman with hardly seem to breaking a sweat as she fought them with ease. But they were everywhere all over village spilling innocent blood without mercy at all. This was something she was trying to stop. But she could use some help clearing the rest of them out. [/i] [spoiler]open [/spoiler]

Poll: How many people here would like to see Aeron dead and that plot completely annihilated? Need a tally.

[i]dojoville[/i] The two knights strolled towards the man, hands on the hilts of their swords. "Hey, stop." The man obediently paused. "Yes?" "Can we take a fingerprint, it's just some stuff in the spaceport got tampered with, and, y'know, scene of crime and stuff." "Yes, one second." He put the device he was holding on his belt, only to take a small gun, firing two silenced electrified pellets and each knight. They pinged off the armour, the electricity conducting through it into the ground. The Knights drew their swords. "Well, looks like we've found ourselves a culprit." "shit." The man stood perfectly still. The knights stopped for a second, then noticing over the shoulder of the man.. The same man, running like hell. The knights took off running through the hologram and after the man, who took a cylinder from his belt and fired it behind him, from it coming an electrified net, which the Knights waved aside with their armoured arms, just as the man turned a sharp corner. The Knights followed him through a 'wall', only to be greeted by the man, holding another cylinder, at a dead end. before they had time to question the authenticity of the dead end, a small missile flew out of it dodged by one, though it detonated just in front of the second, sending him flying, and the first knocked to the floor as the man ran over one, only to almost be decapitated by the second, now on his feet. The man ducked and yet another cylinder on his belt expanded into a metal staff, the joke somewhat getting old at this point, when the Knights realised most of his waist was covered in identical cylinders, save for exactly two things, one of which was just a slightly thinner cylinder. Besides, they seemed to do their jobs as the man blocked a frankly malicious sweep from the knight, and started to backpedal, clearly outmatched yet holding his own through wide, encompassing strokes that blocked every blow he [i]could[/i] have made. After a brief battle, the knight managed to disarm the man, the other knight now in his feet and behind him. The man, however had one more trick up his sleeve, rather, his belt, as he gapped the smaller cylinder, which sprung into the size of an umbrella, and seven small, charged prongs extended from the circumference of the top, charge jumping between them, as the man made a quick pirouetting motion, hitting both the knights' swords, the charge travelling through the blades, past the hilts and to the bottom, where it touched the hand of the Knights, to jerking their hands upwards as the man finished his pirrouette, pointing the rod to the sky. The Knights grabbed their swords with both hands and swung downwards, as a thin purple film of plasma decended from the top of the rod and around the man, the blades instantly vaporising and joining the film, as the heat conducted through the hilt and into their hands, now feeling like they were being cooked inside the armour. The knights fell back, hands blackened, unable to call for help due to their blistering hands. The man didn't really pity them, a visit to the limb clinic and they'd be fine, so he strolled on, as if nothing happened. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Character Bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238812539/0/0/1[/spoiler] [b][i][u]On the Winds of Winter[/u][/i][/b] She was so close. Tatakai was in sight now, a sprawling sphere of life and relative beauty that silently floated amidst the empty blackness of space. This place would be her salvation, a chance to get away from the horrors of her past. Maybe she could forget it all, and simply start a life where the slate would be clean and she would be born anew. But, as fate would have it, it seemed her past would refuse to forget her... A small, worn ship was following her now. [i]Mercenaries,[/i] she thought, [i]Hired by Frontier to either find me and bring me home or kill me. I'm not exactly sure which is worse.[/i] She pulled down hard on a lever, and the ship suddenly veered to the right. It doubled back quickly, firing on the mercenary craft in an effort to at least slow it down. It seemed to be heavily armored, unlike those in which she had encountered before. [i]Great. What do you have military weaponry equipped too?[/i] As a matter of fact, it did. It fired at her immediately, severely damaging her ship in the process. At this point, she knew she had no other choice. It was either go as fast as possible into Tatakai's atmosphere and risk burning up upon re-entry, or get captured and/or die after her ship was completely rendered inoperable. And so, she went with the former, charging towards the planet's surface in hopes to escape the craft. It fired again, and she felt more and more of her ship begin to crumble. All she could do now was to hope she would survive the crash... ----------------------------------- [url=http://example.com]Dojoville Ruins, Late-Afternoon[/url] A burning ship fell out of the sky like a meteor, crash landing violently at the edges of the city. The burning crater of metal and earth the incident left behind was almost a spectacle. Then, in the midst of the wreckage, a lone pilot in some sort of exosuit crawled out of it. She seemed fine, but not unscathed by such an impact. After trudging her way through the city and ascended the path, it was already dusk. Light flurries of snow were falling, with a certain grace not to be seen with other weather, as she made her way toward the Dojo's gates. The woman took off her helmet, marveling at the snow as if she had never seen it before, and went to the door. She hesitated, lightly knocking in response. "Hello," she said weakly yet directly, "My name is Caroline Winter. And I would like to enter your Dojo." She simply collapsed onto the ground, pressed up against a wall as she began to laugh... [spoiler]Open! First post, first character! And yes, I would like to take the test as soon as possible.[/spoiler]

[url=http://www.bungie.net]Dojo Courtyard Noon[/url] Bedlam, the young looking 5'10" humanoid, sat down on a bench watching as warriors and mages trained in the courtyard. He ran a hand through his neatly styled brown hair as his edgy red eyes gazed upon the scene. Unlike everyone else he wore more fancy attire. He had a black button up shit that was neatly tucked into black dress pants with a red vest covering some of the shirt. Despite his edgy red eyes he had a rather cheerful look and smiled. "Gotta love the fresh scent of manly men being manly in the morning..." He said to no one in particular. [spoiler]Open. Fun. Do whatever.[/spoiler]

[b][i]I Promise This Isn’t What It Looks Like[/i][/b] [i]Even for the Dojo, the sight was rather amusing, and perhaps a bit offputting. The woman had nearly ten plasma rifles slung across her back, pistols stuffed into her bandoliers and pockets. She looked to be almost overencumbered with all of the weaponry, but she did not complain as she headed out. Her companion followed her, also looking to be just a little bit weighed down. The teenager’s backpack bristled with explosives, and a grenade launcher was slung across his back. He carried two general-purpose machine guns and belts of ammunition. Even in his exo, he was carrying a lot of firepower, which he found ironic considering that he wasn’t fond of guns, or at least not using them on people. The two had very little concern about traipsing across the plaza with the arsenal that did not belong to them. Wilson would be satisfied. He now had another hunk of his arsenal in Amoridia.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]