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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
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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
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English
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9 Replies[b]The man was certainly an oddity among those within the dojo. He was quite large, a few good inches over six feet, with an array of muscles to match. Obviously of an Asian heritage, though his skin color was darker. His black hair was cut to a buzz, to prevent it from flying in the heat of battle. His clothes were robe-like, with leather reinforced pants, and a massive blue shoulder guard to match his outfit. Upon his back was a massive black curved sword, which seemed to disturb the populace, giving him a wide space to move freely. The bulge at his side was obviously a hand gun. Something else lay under his back-robe. His non-guarded arm had three black dragon tattoos, their winding bodies converging at his un-gloved hand. He set the guns aside, and kicked them out of the circular arena. A melee and Magic fight was enough for him. He sat, in the middle, placing his hands on his knees and breathing in and out deeply, a form of meditation. Eventually, a massive serpent dragon circled the arena, made up of light. It seemed to float, and fly casually, almost a watch dog more than guard. An animal to warn him of challengers. That's when he heard the footsteps. The man stood up, gesturing to the thrown guns as the dragon like snake exploded into a dazzling display of light and beauty. The dragon tattoos faintly glowed red as his guarded hand placed itself on his sword.[/b] Those are your rules. I can't promise you'll leave without a scratch. [spoiler]Open! Mostly fights, but he's willing to talk, if not. [/spoiler]
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6 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 11/16/2016 9:08:07 PM[b] [/b]
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94 Replies[b]maddness and forgetfulness: a dragon's end[/b] [i]hovark had been getting reports lately about his mother willow. He thought they were just rumors but he knew better cause he knew she was reaching that dreadful age where she can't remember or recognize friend from foe. But as he stood in the smoldering ruins of a village where countless vitims lie dead or torn apart. He knew that he would need help to bring her down. Cause this was the fourth village he found like this in the last week. He has spent the last two nights sleepless because of it. But somewhere not far away she busy terrorizing the countryside leaving countless victims dead. He had headed back to the dojo to seek aid in this endeavor. Meanwhile a huge dark green dragon ransacks another village the screams of victims can be heard as people flee in pure terror scream. Willow had completely lost her mind and turn into nothing more than savage beast that need to be put down. She took off after setting the place a blaze. She has been like this for weeks but she as just become more and more aggressive as the weeks had passed. She has finally gone past the point of no return. Meanwhile... hovark makes it back to the dojo. He went to go get leyla's sister who could help him greatly. He had very concerned look on his face as he brushed past several people on his way to get Lola. He mumbles under his breath loud enough for the people he passed for them to hear. [/i] "Well it looks like this gonna be one hell of a fight....im gonna need help taking the old girl down.."he mumbles [i]he spots lola walking but stops her and explains to her whats going on. Her face goes completely pale when he tells her.[/i] "So we have to put her down huh well this is sad but it has to be done...did you get anyone esle cause we are gonna need help"says lola [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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4 Replies[spoiler]so I've got some images I think I could use for mulligan, let me know which one you all like best and I'll use it [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ee/b8/fc/eeb8fcde46bdd4579f0de55c14c5f74c.jpg]numbah 1[/url] [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/aa/08/d5/aa08d5ce4dd119e00f737955ec5ca5d9.jpg]numbah 2[/url] [url=http://neiljhart.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/writing-plaguedoctor-mistery.jpg]numbah 3[/url][/spoiler]
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[u]Reboot[/u] [b]From a corner of rusted rubble reaches up a dirtied hand. It pulls it self, along with a lanky young figure, out from underneath. The figure stands to his not so impressive height and yawns. He had work to do. Ite brushes the months as f accumulated dust, and walks off in his simple black cloak, looking for a challe-[/b] [b][u]Your account needs to be connected to Destiny in order to make posts.[/u][/b] [b]After shuffling about a bit, Itè begins looking for a challenge.[/b]
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11 Replies[spoiler]Character Bio Information: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/218027107/0/0/1[/spoiler] [i]9:17 pm/ northern Dojoville (nearby the Wooden Arch)[/i] A breeze swept through a narrow street, the beams of the moon casting a pale white light on the smooth cobblestone. Slowly, silver-colored liquid began to gather from between the crevices, culminating into a large, reflective puddle; the puddle emerged into a liquid stalactite, which subsequently formed into a humanoid figure. Nanites emerged from within the silver-sludge mass, glowing a faint shade of blood red. Afterward, two blank, white eyes emerged in what appeared to be a head. The figure was feminine; it was all covered in nanotech wiring and silver sludge. Her hair was also composed of the same silver fluid, dripping behind her head. She blinked and looked around her own body. Her left arm, half-made of nanotech, buzzed with red-colored electricity; it began to twitch in malfunction, and she hit it several times with her right arm, readjusting it back in order. Large drops of the sludge began to drop from her body; she looked down at the mess on the street and sighed sadly to herself. Afterward, she stared at the large Dojo in the distance. Her father had already gained entry into the Dojo, but he was out leading an entire force of the NTR Crusader in a war, and there would be no way that anyone would recognize her...or believe such a freak of nature could be Clara, the daughter of Reese Juarez, let alone his [i]adopted[/i] daughter; it's been over five years, anyway. Clara looked thoughtfully into the puddle that formed at her feet. She didn't like what she saw; she never did. Apparently, the locals didn't either; she just escaped an angry mob a few hours ago. Glumly, she flopped to the floor and sat, her figure slightly melting, and looked up again at the dojo. Regardless, she was going to get in, no matter what it took. Suddenly, Wyatt dropped from atop a short building and approached Clara; he took off his helmet, looked down, and smiled. "Everything alright?" he asked, sitting down as he did. "Look: I could let you win again next time if you want." She looked back at him, giving what she could of a smile (even though she didn't have a mouth). Wyatt was a good friend that she loved, and never failed to bring her back up. "I don't care what others think of what you are," he continued. "And unless you're being an ass--which you aren't--,you shouldn't either." Afterward, he sat up, looked toward Clara, and held out his hand to help her up. "Come on," he said, encouragingly. "We've got a fight to win." Clara looked up with bright eyes and grabbed his hand, standing up. Afterward, the two continued their way to the dojo until they reached a large, imposing brass gate, which gleamed off the faint light the moon cast upon it. She looked nostalgically at the ornate handles of the structure; it looked similar to the monastery that she and her father had come upon so long ago. Wyatt looked up at the top of the gate and dusted his hands. "Well," he affirmed. "This looks like the place." [spoiler]Open...and also looking for a Sensei.[/spoiler]
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114 Replies[b]Remorse[/b] A man walks along the path towards the fortress of a city known as the Dojo. It was very unfamiliar to him. He had known this path by heart once, but that was long ago. Things had changed. Besides, wasn't his path to remember anymore. He lost that right when he left. The man continued to walk. Should he have told them before leaving? What should he have said? His heart grew heavy with that thought, yet he kept walking. He couldn't put it off any longer. Whatever was about to happen next was inevitable, no matter how long he waited. And so he kept walking. As he pressed on, he drew his thoughts to something else. The changes that had been made. The sheer size of the once small little base. It had become even more immense than it was at its prime; it was prospering. They'd revised everything, and from what the man had seen over his time observing, it was for the better. He was nearing the gates. He did not know what he would do when he reached them, but he knew he had to. It would be awkward, that was a given, but he tried not to think about it. Instead, he began to think of the good times... The chaos that ensued whenever a tournament was attempted (and the few, actual successful ones when he stopped organizing them).. [i]The fights.. The many friends he'd made... new and old. The parties that.... he actually couldn't remember very well.. something about tables?[/i] Thinking about that reassured the man. He was confident that he needed to see this place once more. The Dojo was no longer his, and will not be for the rest of its existence, but he could not completely abandon this place. Plus, he'd already written this much.. no going back now. He had reached the gate, and walked in to the village. [spoiler]Open?[/spoiler]
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35 Replies[b][i]After Round One of the Tournament[/i][/b] [b]In Dojoville, there was a small ice cream parlor. Inside that ice cream parlor, was a line of people waiting to get ice cream. The next up in line were two people, one young woman, and a child. The child has pitch black skin, he was of the Twilit. He wore a dark, dusky gi, with an undershirt to match. Streaks of green ran through his skin, like lightning. The child, Celon looks to the other person, the Dragonslayer herself, the person he'd suffered a defeat to in the Fierce Deity's Tournament, Olivia.[/b] [spoiler]Open to Orn only.[/spoiler]
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1 Reply[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217965257/0/0/1]Link to Olythran's biography.[/url] [i]The cold winds of Tatakai rushed throughout the land as a drizzle of rain and hail fell from the heavens, each droplet crashing down upon the earth as the moonlight shined throughout the thick bundle of clouds. And traversing that night was a lone figure, one that had descended from a faraway land, and one that did not know of where he was.[/i] [i]To explain the figure, he was imposing, to say the least. Standing at a height of six foot eleven, he had a slim, slender body, yet he stood straight and tall. He was clad in a rugged, yet royal arbor suit consisting of burnt steel and ivory, while the pelt of a slain animal hung by his shoulders and waved in the chilling winds of the cruel night. Upon his head was a helmet shaped like the face of a previous monarch-like figurine, his mouth contorted into an emotionless, simple look as his metallic eyes peered into the distance.[/i] [i]Sheathed upon the back of the ancient warrior were three weapons in total; a jagged greatsword, a staff, and to finish it off, a massive sword.[/i] [i]The jagged blade was at least five foot eleven inches long, it's steel burnt and charred as if left in fire for most of its existence. Embers and flames churned within its black blade as it remained sheathed at his side, waiting to be drawn whenever conflict came.[/i] [i]The staff, although roughly crafted and ancient, seemed to have been well cared for. Due to the lack of metal and the style of the weapon, it was most likely used as a catalyst for spells instead of a beating stick, although it could become one if the need arose.[/i] [i]But the massive weapon upon the man's back was clearly the most interesting.[/i] [i]At a length of six feet and five inches, the stone and ivory greatsword had several engravings upon its ancient blade, as if it was imbued with the power of magic. It sat in a large leather sheath, which held it tightly upon the man's cloaked back. Blood had stained the sword in the past, but other than that - it was in pristine condition. [/i] [i]Finally, he stopped. For in the distance, he saw his destination.[/i] [i]The Dojo.[/i] [i]The so-called heir to the Ivory King'd throne, the man known as Olythran, descended onwards towards his location.[/i] (Intro for Olythran. Either get in his way or be at the Dojo as he arrives.)
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66 Replies[u]New Arrival. Dojo Gates. 11:23 p.m.[/u] [b]Rook walked up the path to the dojo gates. He looked behind him wondering if this was the right choice, if he could abandon everything back home. Wondering if he would regret leaving everything behind. He slung his rifle over his back and walked up to the gates.[/b] "Yo! Anyone, or anything there?" [b]He knocked on the large gates seeing he could get someones attention. Worried who he he would see and who he would meet. But his new journey will soon start.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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26 Replies[b]Frisky was sitting in her room, sulking. It'd been like this the past couple months, ever since... Well, ever since something happened that broke her. She decided that it was enough. She would have her back. She'd bring her back. There would be no way around it. She got up, and walked into the sunlight, and veered right. Right over to a grave. She'd bring her back. Nothing would stop her. She was going to dig the corpse up, even without a shovel. She began to dig. A few hours later, Frisky had finally found what she was looking for. A stone casket. She slides the lid off, and peers inside. The corpse was still completely intact. She lifted it up, onto her shoulders, then she started walking towards the alien's ship. She made it to the ship, and kicked the door. It quickly opened, and an alien came out. It was Ry. She was wearing a pair of robes, orange with red, flamelike patterns. Her purple hair was tied up, and her yellow eyes gazed over the small woman and the much larger corpse.[/b] Ry: "I told you people, I can't bring things back to life! I'm a surgeon, not a miracle worker!" Frisky: "I don't want you to bring her back to life. That's my job. I just want you to fix the corpse so it's good as new. Can you do that?" Ry: "Yeah, I can do that. Put her on the ramp." [b]Frisky puts the corpse down on the ramp, and starts to walk off again. Now she just needed the soul. It was time to find Remy.[/b] [spoiler]For Wehb.[/spoiler]
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11 RepliesA new world [b]Fortis and Destanius sit inside Fortis's giant flagship, discussing something. All of a sudden, a strange creature sneaks up behind them. The creature is made of a viscous green liquid and resembles a humanoid, but it doesn't have any facial features. It also seems to have a snout-like protrusion on the front of its face. The creature silently sneaks up behind the two, now only a swords-length away. It looks ready to pounce.[/b] [spoiler]Open, possibly introducing a new character.[/spoiler]
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4 Replies[b][i]Vanish Squad[/i][/b] After waiting until nearly two in the morning, and scouring her room for any types of bugs or cameras, she sat down on the foot of her bed and made the call, mentally ticking off each click as her team members picked up her call. All five were there, a deep, gruff voice speaking up first, sounding like he was talking around a cigar or a cigarette. "You know we have to know, how many people stared at your tits?" It was followed by a deep chuckle, as She rolled her eyes and a second voice spoke up, this one with a groan of exasperation. "Come on man I was gonna ask that! Stop stealing my lines!" He said, sounding like he was pouting; but she said nothing, letting her team go through their normal runs before trying to interject any kind of business. A third, new voice piped up, sounding irritated and tired of..something. "The universe gave a Ka'kari to this idiot? I swear.." A fourth, new person chimed in, one with a lilting and rehearsed, smart quality to his voice, like he was used to talking..a lot. "Technically Banshee, the universe didn't give him anything. The Ka'kari chose to-" He was cut off by a fifth and final voice, one that was low and steady, with confidence. A leader's voice. "Wraith, what do you have for us?" All five guys shut up as she picked her head up and took a deep breath, the hint of a smile playing at her lips from her team's antics, as she relayed her information. "The target is here Ghost, I've got that confirmed from an acquaintance of his, plus several civilians who knew the description. He's a hard one to miss." She made sure to include the fact she'd gotten multiple sources to confirm, because in their line of work, they didn't go off of one. The one she called Ghost spoke up again, the sounds of a gun being loaded in the background. "Good. See if you can't find out a bit more. Who else there knows him, if he's got anyone who'll come running to his defense, things like that. The more Intel, the better. Once that's done, we move in." A whoop of excitement sounded off from one of them, the same one who'd complained about stealing his lines. "Hell yeah! I am SO ready to shoot something!" "Revenant, would you so kindly shut the hell up?" The gruff one said, a smirk in his tone. "Watch what you say Phantom, or I'll spell "Forgive Me" in your chest with bullet holes." The smart sounding one, with the musical sort of voice interjected once again. "You'd run out of bullets before you did that." He was met by the one who sounded like he had a major headache, irritation in his voice. "Ya don't say Specter?" "Yes, I do say. In fact, I say-" Ghost cut them off, his leader voice quieting both of them with his strong tone. "Wraith, report back in, in 24 hours. Vanish Squadron, out." The comms cut in the midst of a massive argument between the five, but Wraith simply smiled and laid back on her bed, brown hair splaying out on the pillow. They'd get their target..and he'd answer for what he'd done. (Closed. Open to comments and such. Feedback is mucho appreciated.)
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44 RepliesEdited by JT of Winterhold: 11/15/2016 9:06:21 PMRedacted because people insist on using guns against someone with leather as a defence.
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12 Replies[b]A REMINDER YOU CAN'T KILL YOUR OPPONENT UNTIL THEY SAY THEY HAVE SUBMITTED. [/b]
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[b]Jäger leaned his back on a rock in the Shi Canyon. Laying next to him a dead body whom he just killed. Jäger's chest lined with three bullet wounds. He cleaned the blood from his knife, checked his supplies and got up. He checked the time to make sure he would find what he was looking for. As he stood up he noticed the blood and dirt covering his hands. His mind flashed to the thoughts of his past. The past he was trying to escape. The horrors he had seen, and caused. He grabbed his head in pain. Screaming to make it stop, make it stop. [/b] [b]He stood up again. Looking at the time he had to go. He began to walk to the nearby village, rifle in hand. He would check his surrounds every second. Worried about what he would find, who he would run into, and who would notice him. The only thing he could do now was to embrace his life, instead of trying to change something he could't escape.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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205 Replies[b]A new Power[/b] [b]Dojo Waterfalls[/b] [b]Zane sat cross legged under the waterfall, letting the pressure wash over him. He gasps and opens his eyes, twilight flickering over him.[/b] [spoiler]Open ya fools[/spoiler]
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197 Replies[i]The Definition Of Boredom // Dojoville Bar // 7:32 PM // John "JT" Truman. It wasn't the alcohol that helped JT cope, it was the boost of confidence that the alcohol brought and only that, for the brain of John was physically unable to get drunk. He sits on a barstool in an old west-themed pub as a merry piano riff courses through the bar and merry revellers sang their own lyrics in tables around him, but JT didn't partake in the chants. Instead he waited to see who would enter the bar next, a female to flirt with or a man to crack a joke with. [/i] ((Open to all :P ))
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108 Replies[u]Outside of Ry's ship, 9:30 am[/u] A cloaked figure stood outside the ship, waiting he'd shown up, seemingly from the shadows, no telling where he'd come from, and he walked over to the ramp, knocking with seemingly great strength in his frame "Open up! I know you're in there" ((Open, short post AF))
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72 RepliesEdited by Nightingale: 11/13/2016 5:09:41 PM[i]The Woods.[/i] The sun lies as an orange sphere of light on the horizon, the few remaining rays of light that it gives off illuminating some areas in the vast Woods. In a thick and heavily shaded section of the Woods, a mass of silver scales and two wings lies curled up next to some rocks. Two gleaming cyan eyes stare out at the setting sun, remembering a different sunset on another planet. The dragon exhales steam before shifting slightly and glancing around. [i]I immensely doubt anyone would find me out here...[/i] [spoiler]Open to anyone.[/spoiler]
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121 Replies([i]About...25 miles or so outside the Dojo, 4:25 am)[/i] *A village burns to the ground, burnt corpses littered across the area. In the middle, two armored fighters seemed to be fighting one another. They seemed to be eerily similiar, only one of these armored figures had blue eyes, while the other had yellow eyes. The blue-eyed person seemed to be losing, as she was thrown back by the yellow-eyed armored person.* *Her armor disappears, revealing a 20-year old woman with brown eyes, a magenta trench coat, a purple shirt underneath, and black jeans, along with black Converse sneakers. She seemed to be bruised and scarred, blood coming out of multiple wounds, as she baked into a wall, a beetle-like device thrown behind her.* "Even if we aren't in our own universe, you still dare try to fight me?" The yellow-eyed Rider said in a feminine voice, pressing the first button on the top of her own beetle, located at her waist. [[i]1...][/i] "Well...how the tables have turned, now, Ms. "Hero of Remnant"." She continues to say, proceeding with the second button. [i][...2...][/i] *She laughs maniacally.* "Two long, agonizing years of fighting you will finally come to an END!!" She yells, pressing the third button. [...3...] *Time seems to slow down as the woman on the ground knew her fate from the yellow-eyed being known as Kamen Rider Dark Kabuto. She closes her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.* [spoiler]Open. Character intro+...um, Dark Rider fight, I guess.[/spoiler]
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11 Replies[b][u]A Familiar Face[/u][/b] [b]Ember walks to the gates of the Dojo, barely recognizable, and with several upgrades in her armory. She is covered in blood, both her own and of others.[/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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3 RepliesThat emblem looks alot like Kakashi's Mangekyou if you don't focus too hard on it. [spoiler]Sorry for interrupting.[/spoiler]
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45 Replies[b][i]THE SECOND ANNUAL FIERCE DEITY TOURNAMENT!!![/i][/b] Fireworks shot up from the massive black and red coliseum, which was twice the size ANYTHING Rome could have built. Thousands upon thousands of citizens from all over the world, and the galaxy, have come to the massive arena to see the universes greatest fighters compete for the title of champion. The massive oval shaped arena, which was on the ground where a massive wall boxed any combatants fighting inside, was where the fighters would stand. The massive benches which circled around the coliseum could hold almost 3,000 on each row, and it showed. The crowds were bustling with excitement as the shield surrounding the arena activated to show the citizens they were safe. But also to show the combatants there was no way out once inside.... With that. The deity stood up from his white chair. A long white leather trench coat now over his shoulders with his gigantic blade on his back. He stood in an observatory which was the size of maybe 1/16th of the row. But considering the size of the arena, he had a large room. Inside it stood Tesuto. Who also stood up. The deity tapped the mic, getting the crowds attention. "LADIES! GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! And those who consider yourselves neutral! Welcome to the second annual Fierce Deity tournament! This tournament will see which of the galaxies greatest warriors is the best! They know how it works(and if you don't. Read the many posts below this one.)! The majority of them have chosen the simulation! Yet one has decided not too! How exciting! Right?! Anyways! We are gunna get this thing rolling! LET THE BLOOD FLY!!!" [spoiler]Here we go.[/spoiler]
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3 Replies[b][i]Ain't Worried 'Bout a Push[/i][/b] [i]"Ill as a hornet, swarming around Your political correct world is incorrect I've found An angry young man is what I became The day that you got full of yourself, and now only you're to blame Push Push me on off of the ledge I'm standing with my toes hanging over the edge Not worried about a push coming down from above I'm ready for you When push comes to shove" - Jackyl[/i] [b]Detroit, Michigan, United States, Alternate Earth[/b] [i]Cody Wolfe had always been partial to history. It was intriguing to see how time had allowed things to pass, and others to survive. Perceptions had changed as time moved on, looking back, things were different. Sometimes he'd stop and think, perhaps they weren't... this was how the world had looked before Hitler, before Stalin and Mussolini. Desperate. Desperation bred violence. Desperation put good men in bad places. But they had passed the subject of the Second World War, and now were firmly entrenched in perhaps the most controversial war to date, Vietnam. Cody had always found a special interest in this war, the black operations, the men who nobody even remembered doing things that technically never happened. His father had been a veteran. He served with some of the finest special forces operators in the jungles of Southeast Asia, and yet, nobody respected these men. He'd seen footage from after the war, men returning home to be spit on... he'd seen the same situation after the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. He remembered his father, about two years before his death, saying how sorry he felt for those men. And so, Cody had developed his respect and protective nature towards such men. He honored their legacies, their work, no matter what others thought. And so, as he sat in his eleventh grade American History course, he listened to the lecture, he took notes like he usually did, and stayed silent in his place at the back of the room, until someone decided to speak up. Another boy, some rich kid, helicopter parents, as far as Cody could tell. He hated people like that. Self-righteous and arrogant.[/i] So why did we send those men over there if we had nothing to gain? They aren't heroes then, they just went out in the jungle to do America's bidding. [i]the other boy said. Cody bit his tongue. If he said something now, he was going to regret it. [/i] If you chose to go, why don't you deserve to get spat on? You chose to go over there, you chose to do all of that. [i]The boy said, after the teacher had offered a rebuttal. That was enough for Cody Wolfe.[/i] How about you go over there, and you watch your friends die all around you? How about you go and live with that fear that every day could be your last? Show some respect for them. Not everyone had a choice to go, not everyone who signed up went over there just to kill people. Some people aren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth. [i]Every word that he uttered came forth laced in venom. Despite his calm demeanor, Cody was absolutely furious. The other boy stopped, and shot him a death glare. This wasn't over, despite what the teacher had said, clearly not happy with either of them, although it was clear that the teacher sided with Cody. The lecture and note-taking was finished with no more adieu, and class was dismissed roughly half an hour later. Heading to lunch, Cody had packed his bags, and headed out of the classroom, blending into the group of people. He didn't have too many friends in that class, or in the school, to be honest. He always figured it better to have three or four really good friends, and have plenty of acquaintances. As he passed row upon row of lockers and brick, he was suddenly hit from the side, slammed in and against the lockers, cutting his cheek on one. Turning, he saw the same kid from earlier, who was clearly upset, not only about losing the argument, but about losing in front of the class. He swung for Cody's face and scored a nice hit, but quickly, Cody ducked and tackled the other kid to the floor. A crowd had begun to gather around, quickly, their phones out, recording it, blocking teachers and security guards. Quickly, Cody got on top of the other boy, pinning him to the ground, and he let loose. Punch after punch connected with the other kid's head, a glasses lense popped out, he broke the kid's nose, busted his lip, and had beat the kid to near-unconsciousness before one of the school resource officers pulled him off. His hands were bloody, blood from his cheek ran down his face, and all he saw was red.... [/i] [b]Hereford, England, 27 Years Later, Alternate Earth[/b] [i]Blow after blow hit the punching bag, and Jackson Wolfe was dropping with sweat. Earbuds in, he pounded away at the punching bag, knuckles wrapped in punching tape, a bandage across his stomach. Training had gone south, Clarkson had caught him with a blade which was supposedly dull. Didn't matter. His mind was too full of rage for it to really matter. Clarkson had given him an outlet, so he thought. Jackson was simply waiting. He'd play the games designed to discourage him. He'd win. The men who killed his father were worth it. They were worth his own blood and his effort. They were not going to roam free for killing a man who had served his country. Anger was a powerful weapon in the right hands... a corrupting ideology for those with nothing left to lose.[/i] [spoiler]Closed. Little background, haven't done a post like this in a long time.[/spoiler]
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67 RepliesEdited by Cannon011: 11/14/2016 4:46:48 AMYoung Flapyap the Ungoy (halo grunt) was wandering across the road, in search of the Great Food Nipple. He came up to the mane gate. And sat down stairing at the gate waiting for it to open. [spoiler]open to duel anyone with a sense of humor.[/spoiler]
