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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
1/25/2018 4:22:10 AM
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THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
English
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16 Replies[b][u]What's an 'America'?[/u][/b] [b]A Sukhoi 25 "Frogfoot" blazes over the Dojo at a relatively fast speed for a CAS plane, the pilot was a Luftwaffe pilot by the name of Franz Kessler. He opted out of serving on the ambitious "moon base" and instead was stationed here for recon and possible destruction of valuable military assets should an enemy force be present. He slowed the plane to a speed where he could effectively maintain altitude and concentrate on communications. He turned on his relatively antiquated comms and spoke with a German accent of questionable authenticity. [/b] "Zis is Franz Kessler of the Luftvaffe, do I have ze permission to land on any nearby runway?" [b]He silences his voice on the comms and begins laughing at how terrible his accent is before imcreasing acceleration and banking right, waiting for permission to land.[/b] (Open)
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66 Replies[b][i]But Not Forgotten[/i][/b] [i]"Movin' on is a simple thing What it leaves behind is hard." -Megadeth[/i] [b]Inside one of the Dojo's Bars[/b] [i]Jackson Wolfe sat silently at the end of the bar, a single shot glass before him, full of liquor. His expression was unreadable, his helmet on the table beside him, the menacing mask facing out, a dead giveaway as to his identity for those who knew him. He seemed to be fairly melancholy, silent, and deep in thought. The bar around him was empty, save for the bartender, who was busy wiping beer mugs and taking inventory. An old country song played on the jukebox situated on the far end of the room, the place feeling like an old-school western roadhouse. Wolfe wasn't much of a drinker, and personally, he had never cared much for bars either, but even he couldn't say that alcohol wasn't a good way to drown his blues away. The Christmas season had been rough for him since his father had been killed, and even seven years later, it was a depressing time of year. He usually avoided the festivities, the people, the cheery music and the holiday spirit. Instead, the soldier sought splendid isolation, away from the world, and with his reputation, an old bar was the best place to hide. Few people really knew who he was, few needed to. Those that did know him knew what he was doing, and simply left him alone. Jackson wouldn't have wanted to see them anyways. Sometimes wolves needed to be alone. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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23 Replies"Alright, moving on from that fight and somehow having a second one going on in the arena at the same time! Next up, we have the youngest boy, the drinker, and some kid no one really knows, ALPHA!!!! On the other hand, we have the man on fire, not Katniss. But FENRIR! Yeah! Let's get this show on the road" [b]Alpha stands on the right side of the coliseum, Fenrir on the left. The arena changes, becoming a densely populated jungle with a downpour of rain. The rain, creates an odd smell and both contenders figure out that it's not rain at all. It's fúcking Vodka. [/b] "Go crazy!" [spoiler]Neato Burrito.[/spoiler]
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66 Replies[b]At long last, it finally works![/b] [spoiler]I finally found a use for Destanius other than a clumsy companion for Fortis.[/spoiler] [b]Destanius was working outside of the ship for once. It seemed as if he were extremely nervous and excited at the same time. He lifted up a test tube, and raised it over his head.[/b] "It finally works!" [b]He said. He drank the potion, and started vibrating rapidly.[/b] [spoiler]Open, you can ask Destanius what the heck he just did or fight him (if you are bored or something.) Or, if you are feeling particularly special, you can do both.[/spoiler]
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4 RepliesEdited by Kojo Agu: 12/17/2016 2:41:37 PM[b]*has an erection*[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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38 Replies[b]The Cold Between Stars:[/b] "[i]The noblest fights are always fought in vain." - Cyrano de Bergerac[/i] [b]((This part of the post is backstory. Feel free to ignore it))[/b] [spoiler]Centuries ago, the entity known as Legion rose from the ashes of an Imperial Battlegroup, and set out on a wrathful crusade upon the stars, preparing for the future war it was designed for. It slaughtered the greatest soldiers in the Galaxy indiscriminately, seeking their collective knowledge and exotic gear. However, its presence was greatly eclipsed by the threat of the looming Sol Collective, and it remained a phantom, told in hushed whispers by drunk spacers and conspiracists alike. Everyone had different ideas about it: it was an Imperial superweapon, built to reclaim their stars planet by planet; it was a demon from another dimension, released into our galaxy through a slipspace malfunction; it was a warrior of a long lost civilization, seeking its place on the new Galactic food chain. Eventually, as the attacks began to crescendo, these theories were put aside as a single understanding arose: Legion needed to be stopped. A band of mercenaries arose, funded by some of the largest corporations in the Galaxy, tasked with killing the metal soldier. They were clad in some of the most durable gear ever constructed, and they were given stimulants that could increase their combat performance a thousandfold, at the cost of extreme physical and mental stimulus. They were known as Ragers, and together, they finally caught the attention of Legion. Their fight lasted for days, with neither party able to overcome the other, until finally, the Ragers trapped Legion in slipspace... but only at great cost. Of the hundred that had set out to defeat him, nine remained, the others slaughtered or burned out from the intense chemical backlash their bodies suffered at the hands of the Rager drug. [/spoiler] [b]The Last Rager?[/b] [i]Tatakai[/i] "Kid, leave me alone. I'm trying to cure cancer here." Eddie Tobias stood at the doorframe of Drake's room, where the Captain sat on the bed, intensely focused. His eyes were tightly shut, and every so often an invective would slip out of his mouth. Tobias, being the naive teenager that he was, asked the annoyed Drake another question. "So, uh, how'd you end up getting cancer anyways?" Drake sighed, and his shoulders tensed. The only reason that he had been obligated to handle the teenager was for a favor that he owed his mentor, Ulysses Sato, who saw something in the boy that he failed to see. "Here's some good advice kid: don't try to fix an Alcubierre drive without some protection on. Hell, just don't be unprotected in general. That's why Sato gave you that bullshit armor, right?" Tobias was wearing an incredibly thin exoskeleton, dubbed the SHRIKE, which was an incredible piece of military hardware. Drake knew what its true purpose was, but the kid was better off ignorant of its history. "So scram. I left some credits for you on the counter. Go off into town, get a bite to eat, go get lucky, I don't care. Just be back here by this time tomorrow." With a casual flick of his hand, Drake telekinetically closes the door in Tobias' face. Unabashed, the teenager grabs the credits, placed his helmet on, and walks towards the Dojo Village. [spoiler]Open for interactions. He's a new character, so he doesn't know anyone. [/spoiler]
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35 RepliesEdited by Quincy_Frost: 12/21/2016 1:49:03 PM[b]A strange new arrival.[/b] [i]Dojo gates, 3:00 AM[/i] Twas a strangely warmer night at the Dojo, no breeze blowing at the time. There were no clouds, but the entrance was enveloped in a shadow for a moment. In the next second, the shadow was gone, and a small basket lied there, in the middle of the gates. [spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Heh. Asap has to make a furry now.[/spoiler]
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1 ReplyRight now, poised at the edge of the galaxy, Emperor Zurg has been secretly building a weapon with the destructive capacity to annihilate an entire planet. I alone have information that reveals this weapon's only weakness.
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69 RepliesEdited by Hal0T1nman: 12/17/2016 2:32:42 AM[b]A UNSC Pelican raced meters above the ground towards the Dojo. A voice spoke.[/b] Once we get there, I want Fred and Linda covering our flanks. James and I will take point. Understood? [i]Yes sir.[/i] Good. Do a final weapons check. 10 seconds. [b]The Pelican came to a screeching halt above the Dojo. Four figures jumped out, the figures being UNSC Blue Team.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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27 Replies[u]You scratch our back.........[/u] In orbit above the dojo, twin Ares-class cruisers jumped into existance, their exteriors emblazoned with a chess' rook. Their sides were armed to the teeth, plasma and hardlight and weapons galore. In the belly of the beast were ten thousand souls armed with the best in the galaxy, regimented and professional, ready for a fight. However, a fight was not why they came. and why they came was apparent when they hailed the planet, keeping a respectful distance. Most of the men on board had heard the stories, and judging from the distance from the planet they kept, so had their leaders. They continued to Hail the planet "This is the BSC Dead of Night and the BSC Maus, requesting permission to land a diplomatic party on board the main NTR vessel and on the surface of the planet to open relations" The Bastion had arrived. ((open))
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[u]damn familiars[/u] [i]lola and her sister leyla sat next to each other reading out of out of leyla's spellbook. The section that they were reading was one on familiars how to summon, what types and so forth. But of them were looking part of it though. Cause her sister had come back from a recent trip and had come across a rare one. It was certainly different though. [/i] "What was the name of that familiar of your's again sis?" Says leyla "What you forgot his name already its exxon..."says lola [i] No sooner did she speak his name that appeared out thin air before them. Exxon was a djinn but he wasn't the type to grant wishes but he was a mystery in itself. He was dark skinned with bright yellow eyes. He had very pointy ears and a tail that had several silver bands on it that clinked together as he flicked his tall. He had spiky short white hair and on his left arm sat a seal that glowed a faint white. He was wearing all black and when he had appeared he was sitting on the table looking at the two of them.[/i] "You called?"he says [i]she hadheard from her sister that just saying his name would summon him. He looked very bored as she watched the look on his face change when he saw the both of them together.[/i] "Am i seeing double or are you two twins"he says "We're twins"says lola "We that just lovely whatcha looking at?"he says [i]he casual picks up the book they reading and just chuckles handing it back to them. They both wonder what's so funny.[/i] "You won't find much about me in this ladies this book is anicent yes but im not your normal type of familiar"he says "Why not?"says leyla "Cause im not listed"he says "I find that hard to believe"says leyla "Believe what you want missy"he says [i]he then stretches placing the book back down the table as then lays across the whole table in a bored manner. Purposely trying to annoy them a bit.[/i] "Will you get off the table"says leyla "Nah im good right here"he says "Your gonna break the table"says leyla "If it breaks i can simply fix it"he says [i]he chuckles as his tail flicks back and forth. He finds it very amusing to annoy her sister. Lola just sighs and says nothing.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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74 Replies[b]it had been about a month since Smaug and Works went missing, Tubbs hasn't told anyone and most assumed they just stayed in the ship[/b] [b]only Tubbs and his ship crew knew[/b] [b]he had a special team of people he trusted to go find them, which included Garth, that cyborg I never named lol, Tubbs 2, Mortborg, and Pobot[/b] [b]but that's besides the point, turns out someone on Tubbs's ship told a pedestrian in the Dojo that Smaug and Works went missing and that Tubbs has been randomly passing out[/b] [b]then that person told another and well... we know how that goes, now the whole Dojo knows pretty much, except you of course, because you're a lazy bum who doesn't go outside and socialize enough to hear these things[/b] [b]but then... you hear a pizza calling you... so you go outside and someone randomly runs up to you and tells you the news, then a pizza falls from the sky and into your hands(completely unrelated btw)[/b] [b]you see Tubbs running around the Dojo with his team I mentioned earlier(with the exception of Garth and Pobot, who are questioning ship members in the ship), they're trying to find out who snitched[/b] [spoiler]clearly open[/spoiler]
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[b][u]Finding A Cause 12:23 AM[/u][/b] [i]Jackson exits the Dojo Bar, in which he has rapidly become a regular. In one hand he clutches a pint of ale, in the other his signature Hickory cane. He walks out into the streets, headed for his room within the Dojo. His eyes search the night-time culture, finding quickly any threats to his own safety first, and second anyone else. He passed alleys and side-streets, catching the gangs and muggings out of the corner of his eyes. His pace quickens at these sights. It would not do to get caught up in such unpleasantness. He feels a tickling at the base of his skull, a sort of sixth sense developed in the swamps of Florida. Someone was watching him, no, they were following him, a few buildings back. His usual scowl deepened into a frown, the sharp edges casting an unnatural look to him. However, he was not visible from the back, and thus the gang that had gone to follow him did not learn of the danger they were in. He turned into the next alley, the gang close behind. However, when the five young men turned into the same alley, he was nowhere to be seen. They turned to one another, chuckling. The rat would be caught by this pack of wild dogs was their train of thought. Their youth and strength gave them a confidence that bordered on arrogance, bolstered by their previous victory over a rival gang. As they moved further, they checked around and in the dumpster. When their search came up empty, they grew confused. There was nowhere else to hide, the rest of the alley was empty! They began to quarrel and argue when behind them the air, which had seemed distorted began to...dissolve? Where there had been empty space earlier was now the man, cast in shadow by the streetlight behind him. The mug was gone, and he held the cane in both hands, lightly tapping the handled end on his left hand. The boys rushed him, the alley confining them to pairs of two and one in the back. As the first two collided with him, they attacked in tandem. The first went for a kick with his left leg, thrusting it low to Old Hickory's ankle. The second boy went for a punch where he expected the General's face to be once he was tripped. However, Jackson lifted his own left leg and swiftly brought it down upon the first youth's knee, at the same time jabbing him in the diaphragm with his cane, driving the air from his lungs to prevent a scream. The second boy landed a punch, but not on his exposed face. Rather, he hit the armored chest plate of ceramic, breaking most of the bones in his hand. A jab to the windpipe from the General's right hand sent him to the ground, clutching his throat. He spun to his right, grabbing the first lad's mouth and pinching his nose, while at the same time swinging his extended left arm and cane, smashing into the third boy's head and knocking him out cold. The fourth backed up until he was with the fifth, and both stood there squatting in fighting poses, inching forward and back. The first boy stopped struggling and collapsed, unconscious. Jackson dropped him to the floor, facing his full body to the last two of the gang. He stood tall, and nodded. The boys looked to each other. This was a mistake, made evident as the cane was thrown into the left one's face. The other boy turned to face Jackson, seeing only a black silhouette towering above him before he felt a hand clutch the left side of his face. He ceased to comprehend as his head was viciously slammed into the wall to his right. The last boy looked up as the General turned to him, dropping the fourth companion. Half of his body was now visible, revealing a long, imperious face that glared at the boy with all the authority of Fate and Doom.[/i] "[b]He'll live. They all will. But that is not a permanent state. Everyone dies eventually. However, spending your time doing things like this will bring that bill due faster than intended. I let you live, not because I care for any of you, and not because you're youthful, but because [i]it would be too inconvenient to kill you[/i]. Keep that in mind, that the only reason you all live, is because you're not worth the time and effort to kill. I may hold that sympathy. Others will not. You [i]will[/i] run into someone who doesn't care for convenience, or for his own time. And then you will die.[/b]" [i]The boy opened his mouth, to say his apologies, to beg forgiveness, but was prematurely silenced by a kick to the side of his head. Jackson, left alone, retrieved his cane and walked off. He had escaped unscathed, but his frown remained. Had they been more experienced, he'd have been threatened. As such, he came to a realization. Freelance was too dangerous now. He needed a following, or a cause to follow. He pulled out his phone, looking up where the nearest library was. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He'd heard of the Legion. Hushed tones and quiet conversations, carried out in the dark corners of the room. However, until he'd done his own research, he'd had no idea just what they were. Even now, he was still unsure as to their purpose and job, as the sites regarding them were ambiguous, and the talks about them on other third party sites had been taken down. However, what was clear was that they were NTR, and operated as some sort of stealth unit. There was his answer. A unit that allowed him to work individually, yet have backup and a cause, as well as numerous allies. He grinned as he sent a radio transmission to the Crusader. This should at least provide some entertainment.[/i] [spoiler]JT.[/spoiler]
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172 Replies[b][i][u]War and Peace[/u][/i][/b] Just outside the Dojo, a large number of Mandalorians can be seen gathering. Above them is a their massive ship. They seem to be preparing for something, weapons and vehicles are being assembled. Armor is checked. Warriors are moving from place to place loading up equipment. A general feeling of tension fills the air, the calm before a storm. Each Mandalorian, rather than wear their personalized armor, is now clad in solid green with red rimming the visor. One thing is obvious, they're preparing for war. [spoiler]Open. They are not marching on the Dojo. Interact, join them, spar, whatever. Mostly here to explain the Mandalorians to people who are interested.[/spoiler]
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27 Replies[b]WHEEEEEEEEE[/b] [i][u]Midnight, New Moon, Tatakoi Plains[/u][/i] The wind whips across the grass, whistling softly in the darkness. A solitary figure stands alone, a hand on the cross-guard of a dark-green, faintly glowing bone sword standing as tall as the figure. Shadow watches the stars, watching the waxing and waning of civilizations, the rise and fall of empires. She watches the universe grow, yet slowly thin. A change in the wind, a footstep. A smile grows on her face, a small, sad one that knows the end of times and has watched it pass by. The Ancient One waits with the patience of the Eternals. [spoiler]Pants, mainly. Anybody else who who wants to try their best. Melee weapons and small-range magic and abilites, please.[/spoiler]
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10 RepliesEdited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/15/2016 9:40:03 PM[u]A Routine Exercise[/u] For the last few mornings Flatline can be seen tieing off one arm and climbing a steep cliff. Today he has done the same. Climbed to the top, several push-ups then tied up the other hand and started over again. After his second climb he sat there looking out over the steep cliff with an energy drink in his hand and a protein bar next to his side. He kicks back looking at a vital chart, ignoring the fact that the heart monitor was useless to someone without a heartbeat. Then he looks out over the cliff at the view in front of him relaxing and planing his next move. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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7 Replies*unsheathed sword glistens in the light.*
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29 Replies[b][i][u]The Hit[/u][/i][/b] "Nova, what's the word? You have him?" [i]"Yeah. Got him."[/i] "Take the shot." [b]Nova lay sprawled across the roof of a building, looking down the scope of a sniper rifle. She pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark in a man's chest. She stood, hopping off the roof and into a crowd of people. Allister sighed in relief, walking up right beside her as the two made their way to the Dojo [/b] [i]"Better be worth the pay..."[/i] [spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]
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80 Replies*The Wolf sits in a bar in Dojoville. The bartender walks up and speaks with a New York accent* "Never seen you 'round. What's your story? If ya don't mind me askin" *Wolf smiles a little* "I doubt you'd believe me if I told you" "I've heard dat before. You wouldn't believe some of da characters I get in here. Mages, alien soldiers, demon eaters. You name it. Your's can't be too crazy" "Well mine is at least new to you. That I'm sure of." *he thinks for a moment before speaking again* "I come from Earth" "So what? Ma family's from Earth" "Well you see, I'm from an Earth in a different timeline or dimension." *Bartender gives a confused expression as Wolf continues* "Let me explain. I was the leader of an elite covert operations unit. My designation was [i]The Wolf[/i]. Our job was to basically be super heroes. We killed tyrants and stopped a few worldwide catastrophes. Later on I was made captain of an expedition through the first man-made wormhole. My crew and I entered the wormhole and immediately lost contact with home. We drifted through space, hopeless, until we were attacked by pirates. They boarded my ship and killed everyone on it. Everyone except me. I killed them off and scared the rest into fleeing. Eventually my ship ran out of fuel and floated aimlessly until I crash landed in the Shi Canyon. Then I made my way here." *Wolf checks the time then stands up* "Nice meeting you. I'll be on my way" *Wolf walks towards the exit* [spoiler]OPEN[/spoiler] [spoiler]sorry that was so long it's my character's intro[/spoiler]
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11 Replies[b]Korsis stood in the Dojo arena, lightsabers in hand. He was there on a personal vendetta, but he knew he probably wouldn't get to carry it out.[/b] [spoiler]open, though mainly for Shadow[/spoiler]
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5 Replies[b]Kaden Location: Courtyard[/b] [i]I sit cross-legged the courtyard, my eyes closed. I seem extremely focused, as if I was in some sort of harmony. As if I was waiting in something. [/i] [spoiler]Closed to JJ[/spoiler]
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3 Replies"ALRIIIIIIIIIGHT! This fight will certainly be interesting... The dude owns both the characters that about to fight. It's Commander Audax! And grand general to some army Fortis!! Many things will be hot and spicy!" [b]Fortis stands on the left side of the arena, Audax on the left. The arena becomes a battlefield, multiple craters filling the space between the two as stray bullets fly everywhere. Pixelated humans from Fortis's side to Audax, the bullets real Pixelated humans also fire from Audax's side to Fortis'.[/b] "War!!!!"
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56 RepliesEdited by Viper: 12/15/2016 5:17:29 AM[u][i]Strange new world...[/i][/u] Preida slowly, and painfully stood up off the rocky ground. The placement of her landing could have been better, but the will of Ausar is his own. Her thoughts swirled in her head, confusion and fright subtly crept into her mind as she realized what had really just happened. She was thrown from her world to this one, whatever it was. The air was humid and cool to her, having spent so much time in Egypt, where there is more sand than anything else. She walked forwards to the gates and the wall around them, running her hand down its surface. This place was truly strange, she thought, but then she remembered that these people may find her strange, alien. Remembered? No, how could she have known? Was it Ausar, or a distant memory? It was a mystery. She suddenly felt different, she couldn't quite place what it was, until she looked down at herself. Her body was clad no longer in her Egyptian clothes, but a spotless, snug yellow striped black hoodie that fit her perfectly. The rest of her body was covered in tight black shorts and black sneakers with long yellow socks. She now carried a yellow backpack with her as well, and she already knew what it had inside it. She felt fear no longer, and knocked on the door softly, very patiently awaiting an answer from a stranger, from an unknown world. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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9 Replies"This will be an extremely interesting fight because I'm going to rig the shit out of it to insure his powers don't work!" [b]Royal stands on the right side of the arena, Ceaser on the left. The arena creates a maze of mirrors in between us, and we can see each other through the mirrors.[/b] [b]At the same time, darkness falls over the arena making it harder to find the real version of one another. [/b] "This'll be fun. CEASER VS ROYAL!!!!" [spoiler]Mortar [/spoiler]
