[u]Plot: Broken God part 1: The mad night[/u] The day seemed to be at its closing point. People doing some afternoon shopping and others walking simply for the exercise. The day could have ended on a positive note with progress made and work for most being over. But that would not be the case. It started with a few isolated incidents. A few civilians picking fights with each other. It could have easily been dismissed as a bit of foul play but the number of assaults kept rising and almost as if something had snapped, the ordinary people of Dojoville went on a delirious rampage. Fists flying, knives stabbing, it was a sight of absolute madness as normal people began to assault one another in some insane frenzy. As if it couldn't get any worse Anthony himself stood, watching the carnage with his newly acquired god forced to serve him. Ash could be seen attempting to stop him on her own, her scythe drawn and her hands covered in Hade's flames as she fought the man. [spoiler]open. Broken God plot is up and running. You can either try and stop all the ordinary people from tearing themselves apart or face off against Anthony.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Oh, it has been so long hasn't it? Since my last Chuck post I've improved a lot and by that I mean, not at all. So, here it goes....[/spoiler] [i]In the main courtyard of the dojo is a generic, wooden desk and a comfy looking chair on both sides. Word has been going around that every member of the dojo is suppose to sit down in one of the chairs for a psych test.[/i] [spoiler]Open for fun.[/spoiler]

[b][i]The One Who Would Be King Dojoville, Main Road 11:57 AM[/i][/b] [i]A man journeys up the road, making his way through the crowds and people swiftly, his path leading him to the main gate. Most of the people had to avert their gaze, the noonday sun reflecting so brightly off of his golden armor that it would blind those who gazed upon it long. As such, it was somewhat impossible to gaze on his face, giving him a feeling of incorporeality, as though he was there, but elsewhere as well. A palpable sense of power and majesty emanated from him, rippling out in all directions, creating a wide berth for him from the crowd, who averted their gaze. Those who did look for a moment beyond the glare of the reflected noonday sun saw the briefest glimpse of the man: a beautifully elegant smile, white pearlescent teeth flashing confidently' and brilliant, gleaming red eyes. Simply put, this man was resplendent, and powerful. And he knew it. A young man strutted up to him, lazily swinging a sword about, his face set in a cool, serious face. He walked out in front of the Golden King, setting himself into a defensive combat position, his eyes locking on the King's, but squinting in the light. In that moment, those who had found previously found the King hard to gaze upon now had to turn their head completely, a sheeting sound ringing through the air as a yet brighter light shone up and to the right behind the King, followed by a concussive sound booming forth. The other man quickly activated some form of energy, but was launched back, his sword flying from his hands as he crashed to the ground, sliding some fifteen feet on the paved ground. When he stopped, those who held their gaze on him noticed a sword pierced into his chest, crushing through his armor. The sheeting sound again as the light abated, and the sword dissolved into gol light instantly, as well as the fallen man's own sword, though his wound remained as he bled out on the street. Throughout the encounter, the stride of the King held true, neither pausing, slowing, or hastening. He made for the Dojo still as the crowds cried out, running, the sound alerting the guards before the calls came in, and more warriors possibly felt the challenge, ringing forth as the man walked on...[/i] [spoiler]Open, character intro. Plus, he has a Guild, so if you would wish to join, speak with him.[/spoiler]

[u]Nothing Left but the Mind. [/u] [u][i]-Wasteland outside the dojo, 11:46 p.m. [/i][/u] [b]Rook continually pacing around the ground. He had finally snapped, all the memories he had tried to brush under the rug like dust. The horrors he wanted to hide from his past. He continually counted to keep his sanity, his voice losing all the vigorous energy he had.[/b] "One...two...three...four...f-five...six...s-s-seven...eight...nine...t-ten...what comes after ten!" [b]He screamed in pain, he sat down, clutching his head. The sharp pain as the memory of horror crept to his mind. His AI, Ion, tries to keep Rook calm. But the insanity Rook tried to run from had found him. He drew his sidearm, aiming it at nothing, almost as if something was there. The rain continually poured down. Rook's head dashed from one side to another, believing that the memories he'd seen were happening right before him. He continued to count, the stutter in his voice was getting worse, his head darting back and forth faster and faster. [/b] [spoiler]Open. If Rook cannot remember how to count, he will lose it.[/spoiler]

[u]Keyblade Graveyard Unknown time[/u] [i]Ting![/i] cried a keyblade as Jared ripped it out of the ground, he turned the blade about to examine it. It was long and slender, with a design close to a rapier. He snorted and tossed it onto a pile he was collecting in a wheelbarrow "All for power. All these souls, and all for what?" He went about, collecting blades and tossing them onto a rapidly growing pile After a few hours, he stood up, and wiped his hands off on his jeans "That should do it." A circular portal of the deepest black appeared, and he carted the pile of weapons through it, whistiling a tune. [u]Dojo Courtyard A1 2:11 PM[/u] The courtyard was abuzz with talk. Jared, a man not often seen in these parts, had shown up to the Dojo carting a pile of weapons. When asked, he had only replied with "Want one?" Jared was sitting on a chair he'd pulled up next to the pile, yawning and drinking coffee from a thermos ((open))

[u]Family, Matters Dojo courtyard A1. 9:32 AM [/u] The wind rustled the grass of the courtyard, even as the last dews of the morning disappeared under the gaze of the gentle rays of sunlight that entered through the various clouds that rushed along. Then, everything seemed to perk up. Grass seemed to perk up, the trees seemed to rustle. At the Gates, alighting upon a single tree branch, was a singular creature that some had come to know as Nada. A Guardian Spirit tasked with providing the Dojo with light. However.......that was not the reason for her visit. She scanned the courtyards from her perch on the branch, her vine and twig "mail" glistening with dew and sweat, her "sword" slung over her back with a vine. It was obvious she was looking for someone, but who? [spoiler]Open. Mortar and Garin, this is mostly for you two[/spoiler]

Dojo Library, Eren [b]Deep in the spiraling depths of the massive dojo library, Eren sits in a small wooden chair reading a large, dusty book with frayed edges and old, rough paper, when from the pages bright lights erupt. Eren continues to read, almost in a trance despite the strange magic coming from within. He does not know how long he has been reading, or what book he is reading for that matter. He can actively feel the ancient power he desires coursing through his light blue blood. In the well lit room, Eren's black hair contrasts the white walls covered with beautiful paintings of epic battles, peacefulness, and a whole assortment of things. Eren sets the book down and leans back in his chair when he spots a figure among the shelves. Eren leaps from his chair and begins to follow this shadow, or whatever it is, and soon comes across a small door, much to small for him to fit through while standing. Grabbing a map of the library from a pouch on his side, Eren realises this door is no where on the map, and decides to go inside. Outside the dojo, in the massive training area, a large black portal opens up, contrasting the white clouds above, and Eren falls, screaming in fear. [/b] [b]Following Eren out the portal are shadowy creatures, similar to the one in the library, and they fall to the ground beside Eren, who promptly gets up and behind cover.[/b] [b]The creatures were all horrifying. They were similar to humans, standing on two legs, but each of the 33 had eight large, slimy tentacles like that of a squid. On what seemed to be their chests were large, piercing red eyes, four of them to be exact. They screamed a guttural cry that was impossible to understand, and began to race toward Eren, using their tentacles to move themselves faster.[/b] [spoiler]Open, first post in a while[/spoiler]

[i]Zane and Doctor Chuck could be seen leaving the dojo, where they were off to, nobody really knew[/i] "Alright, should take about a day or so to get to the location. What should I be expecting?" [spoiler]For Chuthulu[/spoiler]

[i]Waiting... Midnight, Dojoville[/i] "Another day, another number of people I need to kill..." Merrick had said on a roof, looking over the view of Dojoville. "Bloody heroes, villains...I'm surprised that this isn't like a zoo." He had pulled out his Bastion, and checked its parts. "Thermal Ignition...good. All modes...solid. Energy levels...stable. Ammo, check. Dagger, check." Merrill had continued to list off the various things he would have armed, before opening up his wrist scanner, which continued a tiny crack on the lower left corner. "Well...nothing of interest for me. Let's see what type of trouble I could get away with." He had thought to himself, disappearing into the night. -------------------------------------------------------- (2 hours later) [i]Bang![/i] "Last robber dead. Damn...quite the body count. About what...10 robberies across the Dojoville Mountains and town. What's next, some bloody guy comes and tries to kill me for no reason? Please. Like that'll ever happen." Merrick had responded. He didn't dare to do anything but stare at his work; one robber dead by silenced gunshot; another by a stab with his dagger; and a third charred by a plasma bullet to his brain. [spoiler]Yay! I'm back with a new character intro! Also, bloody open.[/spoiler]

[b]The mine[/b] [b]Fortis and his crew had arrived at the mine after their crushing victory. There were very few casualties, and the entry city had been destroyed within five hours. But now, Fortis and his crew approached an even bigger threat. The mines of Alpha Tui were always extremely well developed, as Alpha Tui held very valuable Crystals and Alloys. But they were known for holding huge criminal organizations. More abstract legends told of huge monsters that roamed the many caves of the planet. There was even a legend that an entire nation was housed at the center of the planet, and that they killed anyone outside of their country.[/b] "Ok, so same plan as last time. Split up and find the sword maker. Any questions?"

[b][u]Potential Unleashed[/u][/b] Splash stood in an arena of some sort. Not sure exactly where. No spectators. She had her sword, but none of her other weapons. [spoiler]TESTER TESTER TESTER[/spoiler]

Egypt, 1976 [i]The robed figure sits in his chair of ebony wood. Thinking. Scheming. The bloodless husks beside him look so pathetic, he thinks. The figure smiles. "It seems your descendants have failed, Jonathan." He was growing impatient. His plan required the blood of one whose power is equal to his, yet none such being has appeared before him. "Destiny shall not fail me yet. I wait patiently." Suddenly, the sound of the mansions doors being violent opened echoes through the empty rooms. The figure smiles again. Finally the last step of his plan was in motion.[/i] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[b][u]Finding the Perfect Opponent[/u][/b] "Come on then get up." [b]Dalkroth had been kicking Qurvak's ass for a few hours by now.[/b] [i]"You know until you return to your place as the High Lord of the Deserted Valor, I don't have to do what you say?"[/i] "I'll be honest with you Qurv you're a great adviser and loyal friend, but you're a terrible fighter." [i]"Then why don't you just let me leave?"[/i] "Do you see anyone bursting in here to come spar with me?"[spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Sword in Stone[/u][/i][/b] [b]A storm raged throughout the Land, thunder flashing through the sky. This storm did not feel natural, there was a certain air to it. A dark one A bolt of lightning struck the main courtyard, leaving a sword stabbed into The ground in front of the cherry blossom tree. The storm vanished suddenly, and after a few moments a small crowd of guards had gathered around the sword, Royal at head. [/b] "Behold! The great sword Exaclibur!" [spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]

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[b][i][u]Clashed Blades[/u][/i][/b] [b]Royal spun the sword in his hand, stabbing at Kross, who met the blade halfway and sent it to the side. Nathaniel attacked from behind, only for Kross to spin around and slash Nathaniel's arm, causing him to drop the blade. Nathaniel took a step back, as did Royal [/b] "Your reflexes have improved." [i]"Indeed they have...." [/i] [u]"But how?" [/u] [b]Nathaniel picked up his blade and stepped away, speaking to himself as Royal shook Kross hand [/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]