[b][u]War Machine[/u][/b] [i]In the peacefulness of courtyard b3, the big metal hatch at the bottom of the pond was motionless for months. Finally, it opened causing a large ripple in the water. A large metal body floated up and the hatch closed immediately behind it not revealing what is inside of it. The body surfaced, and a bear head popped out of the water. It was the mechanized soviet bear. He walked out of the water slowly and shook some of the water off. After that, he walked through the dojo and went into courtyard A1, sitting down in the middle.[/i] "Ahaha! I'm ready for combat now! Who wants to test their skills against me?" [spoiler]Open for a fun little fight.[/spoiler]

[b]the nightmare and the hunter....[/b] [u]Time: night[/u] [i]everyone was sleeping it had been one hell of a week for lola as she in her bed on the floor as she tossed and turned. She wasn't only one her friend lizzie was sleeping facing the wall. As lola tried to sleep but her dreams were troubled.... ---------------------------- The dream... "Well well well look what we got here a dragon"??? "Oh she's a little troublemaker she took out half my squad just to catch her"??? The men were looking a lola who was chained up and gagged. She struggled against her bonds but they were to strong. But she wipe out a huge amount of them before managing to subdue her. These guys were no good dragon hunters. They had captured her but for what she committed no crimes her only crime was being a dragon... She had no idea what they wanted from her but she it wasn't good cause for she knew was that they would try either kill her or enslave her. But she couldn't get away but she would bide her time. "So what are we gonna do with her though she quite the rare specimen"??? When he leans in close she electricifies him when he tries to get close and he jumps back cursing. He shakes his arm a bit "You little bitch you pay for that":??? "Chill she can't really anything other than shock you":??? The pair then leave and don't come back for a bit. Lola wouldn't let them take her. But just as a hour past they came comeback with some very scary looking guy that just towered above her. He looked very mean and he was missing his right with a nasty scar above his right eye. He stared at her like she was something to by. "Is this her?"??? "Yeah but becareful she a handful"??? "Oh don't worry about that she do what i'll says or esle..."??? She hated him instantly something just told her he was bad news. The way he stared at her was like he was sizing her up. But with one swift motion he grabs her by her hair yanking her to her feet. her one instinct to shock but it did nothing and he laughed as yanked even harder than before ------------ The present day... Lola jolted awake sitting up covered in sweat. She knew was still late but she couldn't sleep anymore and got up. She walked out without waking lizzie up. She decided to walk a bit to clear her head that dream was actually all to real cause it did happen but she had no clue that they would actually come for her here. ------------------------------ "Well can't believe you actually tracked her down sir. "Says ??? "Hmph its not that hard you moron"says the man He spent a good a amount of tracking this dragon's movements. He had spent many years looking for her lucky for him as a elf he aged as slow as she did. But he had found her just had wait for her to be alone and vulnerable which actually that long of a wait cause he was looking through a pair binoculars when spotted her walking alone. This is way too easy he thought as loaded a tranquilizer into his gun as put down his binoculars and took the shot hitting her in the neck. What hell thought lola as feels something prick her neck and she grabs at it. She looks at it then faints falling to the ground. She was out before she could even call for help. He laughed as slung the gunstrap over his shoulder. "And she out lets move quickly now"he says But unlucky for them lizzie noticed she was gone and came looking for her. She came the nick of time to see her being carried off. She ran after them but she felt a prick in her neck and fell unconscious thudding to the ground. When lizzie awoke it was morning and lola was gone taken in the night. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler] [spoiler]looks like lola gotten herself in quite the mess.[/spoiler]

[u]Requiem[/u] [i]For I am Alpha and Omega. Beginning and End....... -Revelation 22:13[/i] Two figures walk up the path to the dojo.........worn with use, and having the scars of a thousand weapons from a thousand men shedding a thousand drops of blood. The first figure was clad in Silver-and-Gold armor, embossed with golden wire and having a dragon emblazoned over the chest. The emblem was of a two headed dragon actually. The beast breathed fire with both heads, and it its left talon, clutched a sword. In its right, a rose. The second figure was clad in robes of silver and gold, like her (for she was more curved than the armored figure) companion's armor. her robes had leather pads sewn into the chest, arms, and legs. On her chest, and her right shoulder pad, was the same dragon emblem. Both figures wore some version of a crown, the armored figure's crown being comprised of a golden circlet with twin rubies set into the front, and the woman's being set with a lone sapphire. However, the facial features of both people were hidden, the Armored figure's by a visor, and the woman's by a hood and cowl. They stopped before the gates, and enterprising and cunning folk could make out the short conversation "Are you sure?" Said the woman, taking a small dagger from within the folds of her garb, the blade of said dagger carved with twin dragons.......the blade seemed too small for her, and seemed like it was meant for a child. "Idris........for our children? Our son, and our daughter? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't certain for sure." "I hope you are correct, we have been gone for too long, and I'm afraid he don't have much longer" With that, both figures turned towards the gate, and proceeded in, looking all around them ((open, have fun))

[u]Augmentations and Such[/u] [u]The L.I.M.B Clinic[/u] [i]A couple of days after Christmas - that Christmas being spent dealing with invaders and zombies and such - the snowfall hadn't stopped at all, as more snow and ice fell from the heavens and froze against windows and the stone roads of Dojoville. As the repairing of stone walls and homes of civilains persisted onwards, a woman casually walked down the remains of a concrete sidewalk, humming a quiet song that suspiciously sounded like Queen's "Killer Queen". [/i] [i]Irina S. Elizia, a thirty-year old Vileblood, was headed for the L.I.M.B Clinic - both to say hi to someone she considered a friend, and to get an augmentation or two - perhaps several. A carbon black coat was wrapped around her slender body, as she wore a pair of light grey gloves and black combat boots, her long silver-blonde hair tied into a ponytail. It was a change of style, at least for her in some manner.[/i] [i]Heading into the Clinic, the woman turned towards the counter, and to whoever sat there that day, immediately speaking up after she entered.[/i] "Excuse me - but would you know where JT is? Thinking about...gettin' an aug or two." ((Open for JT.))

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[b]Revolution[/b] [spoiler]Might be starting a plot off of this.[/spoiler] [b]A huge explosion is heard directly outside the dojo. A giant crashed ship burns the surrounding flora. One figure staggers out of the ship and takes two steps towards the dojo before collapsing.[/b] "They are coming!" [b]The figure says in a voice as quite as a whisper, yet as frightened as a scream.[/b] "Run! It is all you can do to stop them!" [spoiler]Open. Help the figure and figure out what he is talking about. You can also explore the ship.[/spoiler]

[b][i]The World of Pink.[/i][/b] The red Samurai stepped away from his place at the gate, and walked into the courtyard. He had snow rested upon the top of his helm, which he proceeded to brush off with his hands and have the snow join the rest of its brothers and sisters on the ground underneath the large man's feet. Tesuto looked up at the now naked cherry blossom tree, the names carved into it, and the area around him. This was a tranquil space. The simplicity of entering the dojo could only be connected to the minds that inhabited it, at least that's what Tesuto liked to joke to himself about. But....there was something in the snow. What was it? The warrior stepped over, and reached down to the ground. Somehow, even in the cold, a single cherry blossom seed remained from the fall. Tesuto held the seed within his index and thumb, and held it up to his kneeling eye. After rotating the seed a few times, and seeing that the seed was healthy, good and strong. Tesuto stood up, still observing the surprising yet beautiful feat of the Dojo's tree. [spoiler]Oppopeeeeen. This will lead...INTO AN ADVENTURE!!!![/spoiler] [spoiler]I'd prefer to RP with someone I haven't RP'd with before. I Wanna get to know you! [/spoiler] [b]Now closed because I only do my quests with one person. Munchkins.[/b]

[b]Dangerously Overloaded??[/b] [i]this is very very very bad lola thought. She had been very stupid and careless. But now it wasn't wise for this to happen now all things. She had made the very grave mistake coming across a patch live wires. Most people would be fired by the amount of electricity that coursed through her body but now it was tripled thanks that ability of hers. Which made it triple that amount was already coursing through her body. She couldn't contain the sheer amount of it so she ventured away from everyone cause she didn't want to hurt or kill anyone in this current state. The air around her crackled and popped with the electricity that was escaping from her body cause she couldn't contain all energy safely. She ventured to a spot that free from people. She wanted to be left alone.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[u]A Step Towards Stability[/u] Outside the Lab Ama is seen sitting with a syringe and a few sheets of paper along with a recording device. She reads over her own notes a few times and then turns on the recording device. "Alright, test three on DNA stabilizers. So far the last one showed moderate success though unfortunately failed to ultimately remain stable leading to having to clean up a small mess in the lab. Well let's start now." She then takes the syringe and injects herself with the contents inside. For a few seconds nothing happens then a sudden jolt of pain hits her for a second before it begins fading away. "Note... to self... work on the freaking side effects. Ahhhh....." After that she removes her restriction gear. [spoiler]forgot to put open sooo[/spoiler] [spoiler]open![/spoiler]

[i]The Rise of a Rebellion[/i] [b]Garin, Dmitri, Harlock, Ian, and Korsis stood in a crumbled house in the ruins of Dojoville. Garin looked over a map of the Dojo and its lands, marking areas with a pen.[/b] We need to strike here, here, and here. [b]Each time he say "here", he circles a location on the map.[/b] Any questions? [b] Suddenly, a figure jumps down from the partially destroyed next floor. You are the figure.[/b] [spoiler]Open, intro for my plot.[/spoiler]

Bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/220012387/0/0/1 [b][i]Donald sat in his command center, the blizzard sending snow into the windows. He looked down at his PMC patrolling the 30 meter walls, and even Dojoville. Several Sniper Towers were established in and outside of the walled area. Donald smiled, knowing he was the man who orchestrated all of this.[/i][/b]

[b]It's A Wonderful Life: Ku Rudo Mountains 12:47 PM[/b] [i]A lone man scales one of the many mountains behind the Dojo, leaving the smoking ruins behind him. The others might not have noted the date, or maybe they didn't care enough. Mostly, he believed that in the midst of such carnage and wanton destruction, they were either trying to survive, or were celebrating quietly and in their own way. His hands are tucked into his coat pockets as he trudges through the snow, which slowly builds as a light storm comes from the southeast. Strangely, the man does not shiver as he scales the mountain, despite wearing only combat boots, jeans, a blue t-shirt, and a leather jacket. There is also no puff of exhalation, no miniature cloud formed from the heat of his breath. His eyes looked to the peak of the mountain, but held that glazed appearance of one looking beyond their surrounding's, back into their memory. His right hand pulled out of his pocket in a fist, clenching something fiercely, as though it were as precious as his own life. His fist opened until his fingers were in a hooked sort of shape. Out of his palm falls what looks like a necklace, a crucifix at the head, and beads leading behind it some before splitting to form a circle of neatly spaced beads. He raises his hand with the beaded sacramental, now looped around his crooked fingers to his head. Then, speaking against the wind so that the sound produced only a mutter, he made the sign of a Cross, dropping his hand first to his midsection, then bringing it up and to the left to meet his left shoulder, before ending by bringing it across to his right shoulder. He finished his sign as he reached the summit, coming out to a flat top covered in new snow. He walked to the center, before falling to his knees, his left hand coming out to join his right in front of his chest. And thus, Fenrir, the Wolf of God, began to pray.[/i] "[b]God...thank You. I thank You for the people I've known.[/b]" [u]A small bar with a round table, five figures of varying sizes and shapes seated around laughing and speaking loudly. A large wall, patrolled by comparatively small men in groups of four, huddled around a fire and sharing in their silent companionship. A single figure atop a broken hill, the very earth bleeding and casting the figure into shadow. A barren expanse, filled with monsters and mayhem, the ebbs and flows of a massive battle. Various obscure figures fight together in a circle. A quiet plain on either side of an endless road, a single man, the same man? He holds on his back a sleeping youth, determinedly pacing on. A massive army moving on a single ship, beset by an equal force. In the midst of the opposition, a single figure cuts a swath for those behind them. A small town, various images of a life lived quietly, in service to others. A life lived well, ended without a death, but with a departure in the night. A snowy graveyard, two figures speaking quietly in front of a large memorial, etched with hundreds of names of fallen soldiers. Two old soldiers seated on rocks in a forest clearing, sharing stories as they clean their blades amidst a snowy day. A clash of blades, two figures fighting, one in the guise of some warped angel, the other wreathed in white flames.[/u] "[b]I thank You for the trials I have faced, that I may know You better.[/b]" [u]The table, empty. The wall, broken. The earth, shattered. The circle, broken. The child, dead. The army, scattered. The town, destitute. The graveyard, desecrated. The soldiers, fighting. The figures, unrelenting.[/u] "[b]I thank You for the opportunities You have given me.[/b]" [u]A broken man, seated atop an ashen hill, beset on all sides by monsters and demons. The man rises, meeting their challenge with brutal cruelty and unrelenting fury. No quarter drawn, no mercy given. He succumbs to his madness, fighting anything that approaches, wanting only to burn it all to the ground. The same man, walking with purpose over a frozen lake, no light shines, yet still he can be seen. His sword is weathered, missing chunks and dulled. His armor is bloodied, torn and rent. His face is wild, yet the face of one who has rediscovered some cherished item. His hair is matted and greasy, clumped shaggily. A single ray of light drops as from the top to the bottom of a very long, large hole. It drops on the man, circling him, warming him. Flames issue from his eyes suddenly, from his mouth, too. Soon, they spout from every orifice of the upper part of his body, white fire erupting, steadily tinging to blue flames. He looks skyward, laughing of pure joy.[/u] "[b]I thank You for the forgiveness of my many mistakes.[/b]" [u]A burning city, screams and cries emanating from the survivors and refugees. Lining the side are charred bodies, burning buildings, and slaughtered avengers. Walking the streets is a single man, red flame originating from him as he walks on through the rubble and the death. He is challenged many times, but all are repelled, or killed. He bears the same armor as the figure before, but his expression is one of neutral apathy, his face as uncaring as the flames that billowed from his eyes.[/u] "[b]Mostly, Lord, I thank You for the gift of You and Your mercy in granting us eternal Salvation. Thank you, Lord Christ. And, though I know it is not truly the same date, for what I do know, Happy Birthday, Lord.[/b]" [i]He kneels for a time, praying first a Rosary of the Joyful Mysteries, than a Divine Mercy Chaplet. When he finishes with his spoken prayer, he kneels amidst the storm, quietly listening as adoring his God. He remains there, silently sharing in the love between he and his Lord. As such, he does not hear the newcomer to his summit, continuing to quietly adore.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Also would not mind hearing thoughts on the post.[/spoiler]

[b]what the hell is that....a zombie dragon?[/b] [i]as the zombies spread chaos and confusion throughout the dojo. Something more sinister loomed over horizon. Several figures run from the woods screaming in terror. "RUN DUDE RUN!!!"??? "NO SHIT WHY HELL DID THEY TURN IT!!!"??? they just keep running its not long before something huge burst from tree. Its huge and stinks of rotten meat. On their heels is a large zombify dragon chasing them it quickly catches them killing them and then continues its march towards the dojo. This is very bad news for the dojo... [/i] [spoiler]open [/spoiler] [spoiler]lol this is willow's dead body reanimated as a zombie but its not here anymore XD[/spoiler]

[spoiler]WARNING: THE FOLLOWING MAY MAKE YOU CRINGE BECAUSE WELL, IT'S PRETTY DUMB[/spoiler] [b]Tubbs runs out of his room excited, he clearly just woke and is still in his pajamas[/b] [b]his pajama's is a bright blue Batman onesie[/b] [b]his hair is messed up and sticking out everywhere[/b] YES YES YES!!! SANTA CAME!!! [b]he has a small box in his hand wrapped in green wrapping paper with red dragons on it[/b] [b]he sits down as Rex(his dog) runs over beside him and watches him rip off the wrapping paper[/b] [b]to be continued in your replies ;)[/b] [spoiler]open obviously[/spoiler]

[b]An Intro that I really need people to reply to.[/b] [i]Dojo Steps, at the gate.[/i] A small flying creature flies towards the gate, knocking on the gate frantically. "HEY! Someone! Someone be somewhere! Hey! Anyone there?!?" she shouted. ((open))

[u][i][b]A time of peace, a time of drunkenness, and a time to party.[/b][/i][/u] [b][i]Bar of Blades, December 25th, 1500 hours[/i][/b] [i]"True" Cyan thought, "they were pissed we had to delay the party, but this seems as if this is going to be one of the best yet." As she thinks this, a large crowd of noisy, laughing Exiled members, and some other party crashers, line the bar, calling for the best drinks they have. Even Mortar comes in, standing next to Cyan[/i] Mortar: Looks to be good so far. Cyan: Thanks. Took a while to prep, and considering we've been living at in the Dojo mountains we aren't doing this at a stranger's bar where we just trash and dash. Mortar: Not even gonna ask. But wait... You planned this for the winter Solstice, why are you doing this today? Cyan: Well, some asshole tried to pull a prank, steal half the food from our supplies. Mortar: HALF the food!? That is a big supply! Cyan: Yeah... We caught him though, the smell of rotting meat can easily be traced. That is why he is under house arrest for a few days. If he leaves, I know. [i]The crowd begins to cheer and shout as a couple men bring out large half gallon mugs held by long blades, all full with beer. Cyan chuckles, knowing where this would lead to.[/i] Mortar: I know what you're thinking... It involves putting the security tape on Youtube, doesn't it? Cyan: Maybe... Mortar: I know you so well. Well, I am gonna go over there, see if I can get in a drinking competition. Cyan: But you can't get drunk. Mortar: True, but the newbies do not know that. [i]Cyan sighs, nodding her head slightly as he goes to party with the rest of the crew. However, a few moments later a strange man opens the doors. He wears a black mask and hood, and has metal gauntlets on either arm, the gauntlets have an opening in the center for... Buckshot? Strange. The Exiled are either too busy drinking or having a good time to notice him, but Cyan sees him almost instantly, rather surprised to see him.[/i] [spoiler]open. Yea, its not the 25th, but ive been busy[/spoiler]

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[spoiler]Merry Christmas you bast*rds. Now you know.[/spoiler] [b][i]I Remember[/i][/b] [i]"It snuck up like a desert wind. I got a feeling I won't feel again. When faith abandons me I hope it does it honestly. I still howl like an animal in the darkness And I'm reminded by the blood on my clothes. I can't stand what I've become. I'm shivering despite the sun. We come together and were overwhelmed by the loneliness. I want oblivion all the time" -Every Time I Die[/i] [b]Christmas Day, Seven Years Ago, Elizabeth City, North Carolina, USA, Alternate Earth[/b] "Cody can you come in here and cut the ham for me please? I need to get the potatoes." [i]Came a polite shout from the kitchen, Danielle Wolfe. [/i] "Of course." [i]Cody Wolfe stood up from his seat in the living room by the Christmas tree, and walked into the kitchen to help his wife finish making Christmas dinner. They usually ate earlier, around 2:30-ish on Christmas Day, it was just tradition. Jackson sat calmly on the couch, looking at the knife his father had given him for Christmas. The Bowie was beautiful, a typical and yet brilliant knife. It had belonged to Jackson's grandfather, and had been passed down to his father, and then to himself. It had seen combat in the jungles of Vietnam, the deserts of the Middle East, and the urban fights in Dubai during the Third World War. Jackson felt it strange to be holding the blade that had been used to kill, strange that it had been given as a gift to him. Sliding it into its leather sheathe, he stood up from the couch, and trotted upstairs to put the knife away. He knew dinner would be ready soon, and he was looking forwards to the ham. Just the smell alone had his mouth watering. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, his mother and father jested, Cody cutting the ham, Danielle stirring the mashed potatoes.[/i] "I think you made his Christmas, honey. He hasn't put the knife up since you gave it to him." [i]She said, a smile gracing her face, her blonde hair back in a ponytail.[/i] [i]Cody carried on cutting, slicing a piece of ham off and eating it. Unbeknownst to the family, a black Suburban had stopped in front of the their home, windows tinted, no license plates. A single man exited the vehicle, dressed in black. He headed straight for the door of the home before him.[/i] "I don't know sometimes. He's interested in it, but I don't know if he appreciates it or if he's confused as to why I gave it to him. You know, I don't think he's ever going to look at me the same way again after what I told him." "I told you that it wasn't going to help anything. I know it's for the best, but he doesn't seem to be handling it well." [i]Danielle replied.[/i] "I know teens are supposed to be distant, but it seems like he's almost hostile... I didn't want to drive him away, I just wanted to be straightforward with him, but in comparison to what I was afraid was going to happen, this is nothing. I thought I was going to lose both of you. I thought you were going to take him and run." [i]Cody said, looking over to her.[/i] "Honey, I'm never going to stop loving you. We all make mistakes, we've all done horrible things, but you didn't just leave the impacts of your actions for someone else. You took responsibility, you tried to right your wrongs, and that's something most people wouldn't do. I married you because I loved you, no matter what, and to this day, I still feel that way. I still love you, no matter what." [i]She said reassuringly.[/i] "Guess I know why I married you... you always were sweet." [i]A smile crossed his face as he finished slicing up the ham. As he set the electric knife down, the doorbell chimed.[/i] "I've got it." [i]He said, leaving Danielle to finish the potatoes. Outside on the steps, the figure in black checked the gun that was situated in his jacket. The suppressor was tight, the gun was loaded. Double tap and go. Quick and clean. Less than a minute to the door, less than a minute back to the car, and out of the neighborhood in five. Walking to the door, Cody Wolfe unchained the latch and unlocked the deadbolt before he opened it, Jackson coming downstairs just as he did. The instant that he opened the door, Cody knew what was coming. In the doorway stood a man in a black suit, a black overcoat covering it, sunglasses shielding his eyes, despite the grey and snowy day. Out in front of the house was the black SUV, windows and rims tinted out. The man in the doorway reached for something in his overcoat, and before Cody Wolfe could react, the man had drawn his suppressed pistol and fired two shots. The ex-Marine, ex-Venom Incorporated commander stared his killer in face, his expression one of shock as he realized what just happened. One round had struck his heart, the other his right lung. Jackson looked on, watching as the scene unfolded in what appeared to be slow motion, frozen in horror as his dad crumpled to the floor, the man in the doorway turning and making his leave. A distressed cry came from the kitchen.[/i] "Cody?" [i]Danielle came running, and she froze as she saw her husband lying on the ground, the shooter climbing into the SUV and speeding away. As the shooter got into the Suburban, the driver floored it away from the house, and he took off his glasses.[/i] "Quick and clean." [i]He said.[/i] "Positive he's dead?" [i]Asked the driver[/i] "Absolutely. Shot to the heart and one to the lung." "Good job." [i]The driver said, clearly impressed.[/i] [i]In the house, Jackson rushed to his father, holding the dying man in his arms, the blood staining his white hoodie as it poured from his father's wounds. Cody's breathing was sporadic, ragged, and in mere minutes, it stopped, his body going still. Jackson remained there, blood pooling around him, his dead father in his arms, as his mother called the police, who showed up less than five minutes later, four squad cars, a crime scene unit, and a detective. The flashing red and blue lights, the tape, the officers, everything seemed to be unreal. Jackson remained with his father for as long as he was able. It took the police several minutes to get an ambulance on scene, not that it mattered. Once they had arrived, the paramedics shooed Jackson away as they tended to the dead man. Retreating to the small landing at the bottom of the stairs, Jackson watched in silence as they covered his father in a sheet, loaded him onto a stretcher, and wheeled him out. The officers and his mother were conversing, and she was explaining what had happened, giving descriptions of the man and the vehicle he was in, but she had really only seen the man's back and the side of his face. Once they finished with her, they approached Jackson to see what he knew. Due to the location of the door, he hadn't really seen the car or the shooter. The officers finished quickly with him, both shooting glances at the boy's bloodstained hoodie and hands. Jackson was glad when they left. He didn't want to recount what happened, hell, he was still trying to come to terms with it. The police remained at his house for two hours before they finally left, bidding the family their condolences, not that it made anything easier. Jackson remained on the staircase landing, sitting and staring at the space on the floor where his father had died in his arms. He could hear his mother sobbing in the kitchen, but he could find no tears of his own. Eventually finding the will to stand up, he forced himself up the stairs and into the bathroom, where he rapidly stripped out of his bloody clothes and climbed into the shower, turning the water up as hot as he could get it. Standing beneath the shower head, he closed his eyes, and despite the heat, he was shivering. [/i] [b]Outskirts of Dojoville, 3:00 AM, Christmas Morning[/b] [i]Jackson woke with a gasp, and found himself lying in his bed, his body drenched with sweat, and yet he was shivering. Throwing the old Army blanket off of himself, he got out of bed, and looked at the clock, noting the time. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Walking across his room, he pulled the curtains back on his sliding door, looking out to see the night, the moon illuminating the darkness. Unlocking the door, he went outside onto the balcony. Wearing nothing but his combat pants, he surprisingly did not feel cold. Looking out to the horizon, he saw the Dojo on his left, the wilderness before him and to the right. Taking it all in,he sighed. Leaning on the railing, he ran another hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. This happened every year. He couldn't get away from that damned memory. He needed a drink... He really needed to go back to bed, and yet he remained, standing in the icy air, silent. [/i] [spoiler]open for replies and comments.[/spoiler]

[b]Ghosts of Christmas Future:[/b] [i]The Arrowhead[/i] [i]Michael Drake lay prone on his back, holding a dropper above his left eye with his prosthetic arm. He wore nothing but pants, allowing the skin of his back to touch the cold sheets of his bed. The chilly sensation was the only anchor he'd have left to reality, after he began his trip. With a deep sigh, he pinches the dropper, and let's the strange, viscous liquid touch his eye. For a second his vision was muddled, but then, he was there. He was still on his back, but instead of a dropper, he held a small child in his hands. The entire room was lit with a warm glow, which helped to show the child's light brown hair, and cheerful smile. At the sight of such a jubilant face, Michael couldn't help but grin, knowing fully well that this child was his son. The face that had plagued his nightmares now manifested itself in his happy mirage. Laughing, he throws the child up into the air and catches him, making him giggle even more, before lying him down next to him on the bed. Michael sat up, and saw a large room, full of family and friends. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, besides a window overlooking some strange, neon city. Leaning besides it he could make out Sawyer, chatting with Alpha and Winchester while he drank from a full cup of ale. Nearby he saw Archer, Fae, Arthur, Ulysses, and Jim, all laughing and chatting away to their heart's content. His smile grew as he saw all of his friends, gathered around for Christmas, but as he went to stand up and join them, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. A warm, soft hand, that he could've identified even in a dream... Celina looked just as beautiful as ever, with her black hair ("hadn't it been white?", a thought gnawed at the back of his mind) and pale green eyes smiled at him. She opened her mouth, but Drake couldn't make out the words. He didn't need to. All he wanted to do was to reach out and touch her once more. She began walking towards the group, and with a charming grin, gestured for him to come with her. She called out, and the group looked at her, and began to walk towards the tree. Michael picked the toddler off of the bed and joined them in front of an ancient Polaroid camera, one of Drake's first salvages. He took one last look at his wife, his child, and his friends, before joining them in grinning for the picture. There was a flash of light, and then, nothing. He woke up sitting at the edge of his bed, staring at the cold, grey wall of his bedroom. The dropper with the hallucinogen lay on the floor besides him. His room was so dim, so barren, compared to the warm room he had just been in. His wife, his friends... they had all felt so real. It took him a moment to remember that his friends were dead, and that his wife had attempted suicide, popping pills that had killed their unborn child, that he had just held in his hands. Her hair had been black, instead of the white it had turned after she turned herself into a monster. His vision turned blurry, and for a moment, he thought that he was hallucinating again. But sobs began to rack his body, and all he felt was tears streaming down his face as he dreamed of the Christmas that could have been.[/i] [spoiler]Closed. Open for feedback. [/spoiler]

[b][u]The Bear[/u][/b] [i]Heavy snow fell on the dojo and the mountain it rested on as winter had finally set in. The path leading up was slippery and dense with packed down snow, but something still climbed up it on foot. Out of the heavy fog, a figure could be seen, but it wasn't quite human. On its all fours, a large metal bear with a cape on its back crawled up the steep hill. As it drew closer, a hammer and sickle could stood out on the cape. It walked quickly on the slippery slope and had glowing red eyes that could be seen through the snow. It reached the top and stood up, towering over anyone near it. It approached the gate with a low, grumbling noise.[/i]

[b]Merry Christmas...and a Hangover, Ry's Ship around 8:00AM.[/b] Leone was passed out in the entertainment room on the couch, dressed in a really, really ugly Christmas sweater, fake reindeer horns, sweatpants and pink slippers. He was prone on said couch as his hand grasped a now empty cup of eggnog. He dropped the cup and woke up looking around with a throbbing headache, the curse of a hangover. "Unnnh....Where the he-oh.....oh no." He said, sitting up as he rubbed his temples. "Oohhh god....my head. Where's some aspirin or something?" Leone got up and stretched his arms with a yawn, which made it slightly worse. "Where is...Ry? Or Alex....Cass? Nada? Ugh.." [spoiler]Open. Talk to the hungover shitlord.[/spoiler]

Bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/220060115/0/0/1 [b][i]A strange man entered the Dojo, carrying a device. The device consisted of a box that he carried in his left hand, and a tube that he held in his left hand. He approached the mass grave where the zombies were thrown in and began to shoot smoke at it, purifying the disease from the corpses. He said nothing, instead, just staring at the bodies with a crooked look.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open, non-hostile.[/spoiler]

[u][i]Merry Christmas![/i][/u] Bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/220012387/0/0/1 [b][i]Donald stood in the center of Dojoville, after reconstruction was finished, and the zombies were dealt with. He wore a ballistic weaved Santa outfit, and had a hearty smile. He pulled out a small device and pushed a button. Slowly, green and red supply drops floated down to the ground. They hissed open, revealing gift wrapped SMGs, Handguns, Sniper Rifles, Assault Rifles, and LMGs. More supply drops fell, hissing open to reveal ballistic weaved Business Suits, Tier 1, 2, and 3 Juggernaut Armor plating, Protective Vests, and individual armor plates.[/i][/b] [i][b]Donald smiled out over the Dojo.[/b][/i] [i]"My gift to the good people of Dojoville."[/i] [spoiler]Open. I'll decide what weapons and armor you receive.[/spoiler]

[b]Merry Christmas![/b] [b]Fortis and his legions of soldiers were doing something rather unexpected. They had carried a giant stack of gifts of all shapes and sizes to a large gazebo they had set up. Above read a sign saying "Merry Christmas!" There were enough presents for everyone in the dojo.[/b] [spoiler]Open, respond to get your present.[/spoiler]

[b]Invasion Roster[/b] [i]As you've just seen, there's gonna be an invasion of the Dojo taking place tomorrow. This isn't final by any means, but just to get a preliminary idea of who's participating, please include all characters that you plan to use during the attack. Just post a name--that's all I need. [/i] [u]Sign-Ups for Defense:[/u] - Deity, Anne, Tesuto [i](The Fierce Deity)[/i] - Zane [i](Zane)[/i] - Quincy (The Freezing Fox) - Alpha (Goatsy) - Tubbs (Santubbs) - Daniel Cravis, Endermaster [i](Ooshmook)[/i] - Royal, Kross, Zora, Nathaniel, Vanar, Captain Allister, Nova, Edios, Scavenger, Watcher, Arclas, Bailey, Blind Bandit, Winston, Magrim, Joker, Merlin, Teriar, Oni, Trushot, Hamilton, Jeremiah, Varan, Marcus, Robo [i](HollyJollyRolly)[/i] - Fenrir [i](Ero)[/i] - Sketch, Sapphire, Elvis [i](Sketch)[/i] [u]Sign-Ups for Offense: [/u] - Michael Drake (Galahad) - Aaron Sawyer (Veration) - Irina E, Adeline R, Travis A/Due Time [i](Orn)[/i] -Delphine La Laurie and Wilhelm [i](Spooky Skeletor)[/i] - Derek Kovich, Jessica Williams[i](JT)[/i] - Remenoodle [i](Ooshmook)[/i] - Giaccho [i](Emp)[/i] - Jason [i](Wehb)[/i] - Garin, Dmitri, Harlock, Korsis [i](The Arbiter)[/i] - Brave [i](Festive)[/i] - Charles De'Wright [i](Phantom)[/i] [u]Faction Sign-Ups: [/u] [i](The name of your faction, and whether or not you will be attacking or defending. Factions don't apply to everyone, only if, say, you have the NTR, NCR, or UNSC at your back.[/i] - NTR (Attacking) - Arrowhead (Attacking) - NCR (Defending) - Legion (Defending) - Extryte Forces (Attacking) - Dight Legion (Defending) - Dojo Guards (and co.) (Defending)