originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
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English
#Offtopic
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[i]Charlotte can be seen humming a tune while walking through the Dojo slowly. She's currently wearing a white tanktop and very short jean shorts that leave little to the imagination.[/i] [spoiler]JT.[/spoiler]
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Edited by MuelKnightLego: 1/18/2017 10:08:49 PM[b]Lego sits in orbit on a large battle ship, obviously in the dojo system. It appears that Lego started doing part time general, quite odd seeming he's wearing a turtleneck. Its strange seeing him in the Dojo system, a very young man with acne. [/b] Umm... Sir? [b]He turns[/b] Yes Perry? [b]He seems nervous[/b] There's someone here to see you, he said he's an old friend. [b]He walks up to Perry[/b] Bring him up. [b]He nods[/b] Yes sir! [b]Lego stops him[/b] You're doing great, keep up lying about your age. [b]Perry gets off to send him up[/b] Thank you sir! [b]A few minuets later they send him up, Lego turning to see who it is.[/b] [spoiler]JT[/spoiler]
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*Accessing Memory* Memory Recording 1324: Beginning Playback [i]"Subject 314 is doing well, we've recovered some valuable data that should aid us in our future efforts. We shall begin further trials immediately." said ~[Memory Error 307]~. I personally disagree, as...[/i] Error: Accessing Memory 1342 *Initializing* [i]"Help us! Please someone help us! Please!" *Alarm playing in background* Subject 314, oh God, he escaped. Everyone's dead. It's just me and the lab AI, trapped in the control room. If anyone finds this, please, get to the data room. It's all in there, it's strengths, its weaknesses, everything. *A demon-like shadow creature manifests in the room* "You fool. Do you think you can keep your mind hidden from me? Did you believe I wouldn't find you?" it said. "They will find you, they will end you. You will fail." I responded, wearily. *A beam of shadow struck [the memory holder] in the chest, and a tendril of darkness went into his mind* 29374928/920&@$-@, *chuckle* the fool who plays this memory, I'm hunting you. I will find you. And no matter how prepared you are, I'll still win... [/i] Memory Link Terminated
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[b]Gone Vacationing[/b] If one were to be looking for Quincy or Vorim for the time being anytime past this post, then they'd be confronted with a sight attached to their door of their apartment. Said sign says, "On vacation. Be back sometime." and had two paw prints stamped on it. One larger than the other, both in black ink. [spoiler]Q's on vacation punks! So is Vorim also.[/spoiler]
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The Stranger stood outside the Dojo, hoping to show them his power. For power was a loose term to be used on someone like him. He started to speak, he started to formulate a idea. "My name is Victor, The Stranger, and I want to enter the Dojo..."
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I am Dalkroth the last of my kind and I wish to enter the Dojo.
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Edited by Murderman: 1/21/2017 4:05:49 AMBump...? Oh...[i]bump[/i] indeed.
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"May I take the test?" [spoiler]Questions: 1. How fast do you guys respond? 2. Can I use anything against you? Or is there a list of abilities that exist in this universe?[/spoiler]
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Edited by Orn: 1/16/2017 9:25:16 PM[u]In Due Time[/u] [i]Five minutes.[/i] [i]That was how long Travis Chadwick Alexander had to live, at least according to his best friend, mentor, and love interest, Sarah Monroe Locke. About fifty-five minutes ago...she had let him live. She allowed the target...Quincy, she thought his name was...to remain alive, and thus she sacrificed Travis's life for his. It...it wasn't right. Why? Why was he doing this? Why was he targeting Travis? Was it Due Time? It didn't matter. She had to make the final moments...memorable.[/i] [u]Dojoville, 6:25 PM[/u] "Damn, Sarah. Today's been...amazin'. Really." [i]A young man said quietly to a woman that sat silently next to him upon a metallic bench, his dark, messy hair tangled and long. The boy was probably nineteen or twenty years old, and stood at exactly six feet tall, as a white, buttoned shirt covered his thin, lean body. His eyes were a calm, deep brown, a slight smile upon his face as he recalled the events from earlier. Travis remembered it all, how could he not? Sarah asking for a date between the two of them, the fancy Italian that Sarah had picked out, and the time that they had spent walking down the streets of Dojoville, clasping each other's hands - it was a dream come true to the Stand User, really. Not for the young woman that sat next to him.[/i] "Yeah. Yeah, I guess." [i]One minute, she thought. Soon, he'd be here. Or nearby, she didn't know...and Travis would be dead. Sarah wiped away a bead of sweat that trailed down her pale face, her silver eyes looking panicky and nervous, as she began glancing everywhere that she could. The alleyways, corners, interiors of shops...was he here? Or nearby? She didn't know, she didn't want to know. If only she had followed through with her mission, if only she didn't show mercy to Quincy. This was...this was her punishment.[/i] "...Sarah, you've been acting sad for quite a bit...did something happen?" [i]Thirty seconds.[/i] "Everything's fine, Travis. I promise, I've just had a really bad morning. Okay?" [i]Twenty seconds.[/i] "Kk, sweety. Hey, be right back - gonna go use the bathroom." [i]Travis only winked at Sarah kindly, before he walked towards a public bathroom that was nearby. Humming as he entered the men's bathroom, Sarah began to hyperventilate slightly. Ten seconds...[/i] [i]Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.[/i] [i]And that's when she found herself lying on the ground, covered in the blood of Travis.[/i] [i]As Travis exited the men's bathroom after doing his business, he found the love of his life sitting in the exact same position, at the exact same place. He grinned happily - Sarah was perfect, at least to him. He strolled over calmly, about to mention something-[/i] [i]-Suddenly, he saw a flash of silver, as Hildegard - Sarah's Stand - suddenly lunged straight towards Travis, drawing it's sharpened rapier. Immediately, the muscular, tankish Stand that belonged to Travis - Due Time - appeared in front of him, grapping onto the needle-like blade and attempting to hold it in place. But...it wasn't any help. The needle slammed right through Due Time's hands, piercing the behemoth's cranium almost immediately. A hole appeared in Travis's forehead, as he fell to the dirt, blood oozing from the wound. Hildegard silently kneeled next to Travis, placing it's hand upon his chest as a white, spiritual essence escaped his body. He was killed instantly by the attack. And what it would do would ensure that. A purple flash of light, and the Stand and the dead body were gone - leaving Sarah standing, as she fell into a pool of blood that had been left behind. Slowly waking, Sarah found herself in the same situation that she had found herself in years ago...in a pool of blood, knowing that she had committed the murder... Civilians began yelling at the sight of the woman crying in the puddle of deep red blood, as authorities began to enter the area to investigate the situation. And, from some distance away... He had succeeded once again. Now, he had the capabilities of two Stands. By the end of this... He would be unstoppable.[/i] ((Open. Plot thang.))
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Edited by NightBloomsFell: 1/21/2017 3:26:02 AM[b]The Deep Woods Secret[/b] [i]mia's house was on the border of the deep darkest part the wood far away from the hustle and bustle of the dojo's busy walls the way she liked it. She didn't live here alone though cause she lived with here her friend Sylvie. Not many ventured out here cause of all the spiders but thats the way she liked it. She always got nervous around new people cause they always looked at her funny because the way she controled spiders of any shape and size. But lately something has been spooking them not to mention she been finding very large footprints on the path leading to her house but she hasn't seen anything esle yet. But its making her very wary. So as a precaution mia or Sylvie hasn't really left her house in weeks and their missing presence is felt though cause Sylvie would normally spend her time there at the dojo cause she was more social than mia. Cause now Sylvie's friend kimi is getting worried and starts asking people if they have seen them. Kimi can be seen asking different people if they have seen them before giving up. She is seen leaving the gate but isn't heard from for a few days prompting her sister keira to look for her. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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The wind traveled out of a place that never was and always was, and danced through a place that was and never was, dancing across the mountaintops and along the rolling valleys. Mist traveled with it, over grassy hill and knoll, now it came to a tower peak and down the slope it rolled. From the mist there stepped a man, as old as Avalon, but there was no life within his skin, it's soul is dead and gone. Clad in simple hunters garb but with aristocratic pride, the old feet stepped and pale arm stretched and door slid open wide. Siloetted in the moonlight, with wild ivory hair, with eyes as red as burning dawn and fangs in a smile bared. The archer of another age, with a slaughted people's skin, he bows to you with a "good evening" and asks "may I come in?"
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Edited by Wheatley: 1/20/2017 11:42:35 PMThe world wept in silent glee, it's people laughing with a false truth. Their foolish minds lost in a sea of false realities. But this is only a construct, a concept of misguided ideals. A place where perfection is a facade. A place where a twisted leader promises a false truth. A forgotten reminder to a society that never was. But in this place I see misery... I see a prison of belief, I see a shattered mirror, I see a False Shepard And at it's center, a lamb... [spoiler]Edit: Does the story need to be a specific theme? Don't want to break any rules...[/spoiler]
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Edited by TheFaxMan: 1/19/2017 12:25:37 AMVirion wants to do the test.
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I am a straight white male.
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Edited by Stitch: 1/19/2017 1:47:14 PM[quote][b][i][u]In another universe, far far away....[/u][/i][/b][/quote] [i]The wind picks up in the war torn, deserted palace of a once great, powerful civilization. Sand from outside of the broken and beaten walls blows in and covers the perfectly crafted floor that is now cracked and stained with blood. The sound of metal feet slowly walking through the palace echoes. A voice booms across the palace with a pained and angry feel to it.[/i] [b]"War has no winners. War has no reward. War brought this destruction...Why? Old men not wanting to face death? Refusing to be mortal and demanding more from life? All they did was awaken evil they never understood or had control of. They caused this because of their selfish ways. They caused this world to fall to darkness and despair. They did this...but, was I in the right to kill them? The last of my kind? Now I'm all alone with the power of a god....I am a god."[/b] [i]A large figure in exotic metal armor walks up to a giant, expensive throne in the heart of the palace.[/i] [b]"All hail the new king....No! All worship and bow to the god of these lands! No! Of the worlds! Forever shall he regret and weep because of this day! Forever his torment shall haunt him from knowing he lived and gained ultimate power only to see his people slaughtered like livestock!"[/b] [i]The figure pulls out a large scimitar made of what looks like white colored wood, out of a sheathe on his left hip.[/i] [b]"I never wanted this!"[/b] [i]He swings the sword and the throne gets sliced in half with no resistance.[/i] [b]"I never asked for this burden! Now I have to protect the other worlds because they're ignorant of the danger coming towards them...surrounding them....This time I will not fail. As long as I can wield a blade I shall make sure no world suffers from my people's mistake!"[/b] [i]He gradually falls to his knees as his voice gets quieter.[/i] [b]"No more....No more death....No more."[/b] [i]A soft, feminine voice originates from the sword.[/i] [u]"I'll forever be by your side, brother. Don't you ever forget that. We won't fail this time because now we have each other."[/u] [spoiler]Eh, f*ck it. Not bad for being gone for a couple of weeks, right? You can like, give feedback n'sh*t. Has to do with future stuff.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Pst[/spoiler] [spoiler]You[/spoiler] [spoiler]Yea, you!![/spoiler] [spoiler][b][i][u]60k!!!!![/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/20/2017 5:11:45 AMcancel
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Edited by Cannon011: 1/19/2017 7:16:18 PM[b][i][u]The cold, cold ground.[/u][/i][/b] Location: Mandalore's Moon, Concordia, Northern moutain range. Date: 7 years after the battle of Geonosis. An old, battered building stood among the woods, it's domed room half collapsed. Upon closer inspection many burn marks, likely from blasters or explosives, mar it's once smooth surface. "Of course he came back here. Where else would he go?" A lone Mandalorian in black and white skeletal armor slowly approaches, leaning heavily on his spear. [i]Lay me down... In the cold, cold ground...[/i] He enters the building, his nose assaulted by the stench of death. The room is dark, illuminated only by the sunlight streaming through the door, which appears to have been torn from it's hinges. [i]Where before... Many more have gone...[/i] He walks forward, passing the mutilated remains of several humans, all clothed in Imperial uniforms. Whatever killed them had not done it cleanly. The Mandalorian's boots make a small splashing sound as he steps through a puddle of blood, the red liquid having long since cooled. [i]Lay me down... In the cold, cold ground....[/i] He steps over the remains of an Imperial Stormtrooper, the body missing its head and a good deal of it's innards judging by the pieces of flesh scattered around. [i]Where before... Many more have gone...[/i] His boots click silently on the permacrete staircase as he follows it deeper into the building's lower sections. A quiet sobbing echoes through the walls. [i]When they come.... I will stand my ground...[/i] He passes another body, this one missing both arms and at least half it's head. From the remainder of it's face, it appears to not even had the chance to scream. [i]Stand my ground... I'll not be afraid...[/i] He approaches the last room in the building, the sobbing has stopped. [i]Thoughts of home... Take away my fears...[/i] He enters the room, removing his helmet. [i]Blood and dust... Hide my veil of tears...[/i] Sitting on the bed within the room is another Mandalorian, his back to the door, stairing intently at the corpse of an Imperial officer. [i]Once a year... Say a prayer for me...[/i] The officer lies lifeless, a familiar looking Mandalorian beskad saber having entered through the top of his skull, passed through his head, neck, and chest, and is now resting lodged in his heart. From the looks of it, he was put through extreme pain before his life was mercifully ended. [i]Close your eyes... And remember me...[/i] The Mandalorian leans against the door frame, the charred wood creaking against his weight. "Lad... Cannon... You did it. It's over." The Mandalorian looks up, sure enough it is Cannon's face. He looks younger, his scars more recent. His face is streaked with a mixture of blood, dirt, and tears. In his hands rest a tattered, old photograph. "Then while do I feel like it's just starting?" The photograph is of four Mandalorians, all of them without helmets, all of them clones. "What are you going to do next?" Cannon places the photo in his pocket and stands. "I'm going to kill them. All of them. The whole kriffing Empire." [spoiler]closed. Open to comments.[/spoiler]
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 1/19/2017 4:12:50 PM[u]The Knight from Eldrich[/u] In the yet risen sun many lay asleep still in their beds with the exception of a few workers preparing for the day. Several meters from the main entrance, a man in a long cloak welding a rather large sword stands silently with his rifle drawn. He kneels down and fires. A sudden screech can be heard and without much notice a swarm of horrific creatures appear in the distance. The man draws his sword and begins cutting through the monsters leaving a trail of Blood and carnage as the monsters are turned into heaps of torn flesh. As the clash continues he holds his own yet it becomes clear he would become overwhelmed if this were to continue. Despite this he carries on, carving his way through the mass hoard of monstrosities. [spoiler]open. Intro to Demmu. Monsters are the image below[/spoiler] http://i.imgur.com/b0c4Lxd.jpg
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A little late but.... [b][u]60000!!!!![/u][/b]
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Edited by NightBloomsFell: 1/17/2017 11:55:14 PM[b]what lies within the seas...[/b] [u]location: frozen sea[/u] [i]this part the sea was cruel unforgiving to those who travel it who don't take great care. It was full ice flows ,ice breg and the like. Many ships have been lost including their crews but the strangest thing is that the crews of these ships end up being found miles away from where their ships sank. The rumors of such events started to spread far and wide because it was such a very strange phenomenon. But many just thought they were just stories until it happened much close to home...[/i] [i]a man wakes up on the shoreline and its mystery how he got there. The man looks around to see where he is but has no recollection how he even got there.[/i] "Where on in the world am i... How did i get here...."says the man [i]he looks around confused as all hell cause he only has a splitting headache from surviving the sinking ship[/i] [spoiler]this is not a character intro for a fyi[/spoiler] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm no longer banned! Muhahahaha....[/spoiler]
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Edited by Skatch142: 1/2/2017 2:43:06 AM[i]Distress Call[/i] *Sapphire paced anxiously back and forth in the training building. Li'l S was standing a short distance away, frantically scribbling strange symbols onto his chest as she watched, seemingly reading them. Normally, this wouldn't be cause for alarm considering the only way she can tell what people are saying is by having Li'l S translate it and write it on his chest. What was strange though, was that he was wearing her helmet and no one else was in the room with them.* [u]And they are already speaking Sphirinian, correct?[/u] *Asks Sapphire, Li'l S nodding in agreement as he keeps scribbling onto his chest.* [spoiler]Open to interaction. I'm going to be doing a number of these and I will only reply to one person for each one. (If I RP with you a lot, don't expect me to choose you. I'm trying to have my characters meet new people as well as build up to a plot I'm planning.)[/spoiler]
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How the -blam!- did this get 59k replies and not die
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[spoiler]Time to have some fun.[/spoiler] [i]Screams and cries of anguish echoed from the town of Dojoville as a killing spree that consisted of hundreds suddenly began, as deep red blood and gore flew across the blue skies and showered the buildings in their red liquid. The torn bodies of civilians fell to the ground, their vitals spewing across the bloody concrete ground as blood ran line a stream through the streets of the city. And standing in the middle of the chaos, the bloodshed...[/i] [i]...Irina.[/i] [i]The Vileblood only grinned in sadistic glee, as she continued to tear through more and more civilians. A gunshot suddenly rang out, as a round from a rifle suddenly slammed into her right shoulder. It pushed her back slightly, which she immediately laughed at as she raised her left hand, the shooter exploding in a shower of blood and gore. In her right was her Rakuyo, the blades looking as if they had came through a slaughterhouse, as bits and pieces of flesh and deep red blood dripped from the steel weapon's blade. Irina was in her standard Huntress gear, as more gore ran down from her longcoat and previously pale face. She only grinned manically, before taking her sword/dagger combo apart and aiming both blades at her shoulders-[/i] [i]-With a sickening scream, the Vileblood slammed both blades through her very body, twisting and ravaging her shoulder and possibly even her chest before she drew both blades. They both became an identical 4'1 jagged, bloodied edge, as cursed blood ran from their new blades. Irina only sighed, and laughed in her madness as she continued forwards with her killing spree... [/i] [i]Someone...anyone... They had to stop her.[/i] [spoiler]Open. No, this is not actually Irina. This is actually a part of a plot, surprisingly enough. Only come into this post if you will A: Not godmod, I know that's difficult for some, and B: Can accept a death. Not in the mood to deal with some shit that can't.[/spoiler]
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And when I thought I knew b.net...