[u]one of kind.[/u] [i]it was nice clear sunny the kind lola liked more than anything. She was on the shorter side about 5'2" with bluish green scaled skin she had two different colored eyes one bluegrey the other bright green and she had long black hair pulled into a braid that went halfway down her back. Lola was simply just taking the time to enjoy the nice weather as she walked along a small dirt path the leads to a small clearing in the woods the reason why she was walking that way was a simple one. She wanted a place where she let her guard down for a bit so she could transform into her dragon form without drawing attention. Cause unlike the rest of them she just a little different. When she get to the clearing she tranforms turning into a very large deep blue dragon. It would be very clear if any were to see her like would notice it right away cause unlike them her body had a strange bio luimencesse to it. Some the scales on her body glow faintly in the sunlight. She stretches out her wings and the undersides of them are able to glow faintly but if she wanted too she could blind someone temporaryly with them. This form of her rarely seen because of it. But she yawns stretching completely in the sunlight slowly dozing off it would be easy for someone to sneak up on her cause she a heavy sleeper but it be would very unwise. Cause she dislikes being followed and people seeing her like this. But she drifts into a heavy sleep not knowing that someone followed her.[/i] [spoiler]you are the person that followed her[/spoiler] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][u]THE JOY OF CREATION[/u] part one[/b] [i](no relation to game, just cool title)[/i] [b]mulligan waits patiently in the arena for a challenger, still in this unfamiliar human form, his trench coat slightly dirty, his glasses cracked on one lense[/b] I need to take my mind off of it........nothing good will come of dwelling on it..........i......just get through this..... [b]mulligan continues waiting[/b]

The RP threads are back... [spoiler]#Offtopic wasn't the same without them[/spoiler]

[b][i]A whole in the fabric.[/i][/b] [i]Along the land of Tatakai, there are many places, hidden among the corners of the world. Many hide in these corners doing suspicious things, many of them dangerous. One of those people is Shalidor. Shalidor walked out in the Ko Rudo mountains as the cold wind blew across his face. He took a strange medallion with him in his pocket. He walked ever closer to a cliff side on the mountains where there were many caves. Once he found a large cave, he walked in discretely and began some strange spell with the medallion. [/i]

[b][u]Reunion[/u][/b] [u]Just outside Dojoville, Alpha's and Beta's house, 3:34 PM[/u] Alpha was working on his ship, having gotten so close to finishing it that he just decided that he wanted to finish the job. It was delicate work, fixing many of the internal systems found within the cockpit. One of those, the ship's personal transponder, was switched on as he returned some measure of power to the craft. The signal that allowed the Arrowhead and any of the Mercenary-turned-Smugglers associated with it could easily track it, sadly Alpha remained unaware, still working with his head inside a panel. The signal soon resounded throughout space, showing the way for them to find him. ((Open to All, if you ain't Arrowhead, you intercepted the signal))

[b]NEWS UPDATE[/b] [i]JT has retired from being an admin. Leaving a spot open. Potential candidates are being scouted out. Until then.... Prove you are worthy of the title.[/i]

I still dont understand this. Is it like weeb stuff?

[b][i]Fight Meh[/i][/b] Alright, so it has come to my attention that I have not fought in several weeks. This is unacceptable. So, this is what is going to happen: I want to fight you. Each and every one of you. No bullshit, no spoilers, just a one-on-one fight. Location; the Dojo Arena. Limitations; if it would destroy a large area as collateral, is it really needed in a 1v1? Abilities are welcome. I [b]will[/b] exploit every single thing I can, and I expect you to do the same. Weapons; same as limitations. This will [b]not[/b] be a fight to the death. (Unless you want it to be) I want a link to your character in your first reply. I want to know who I am fighting. I will use Shadow, since I've let her get lazy and sun-tanned. [u]Shadow's Bio[/u] [spoiler][url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/175675361/0/0/1]First Page[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/175676293/0/0/1]Second Page[/url][/spoiler] So, reply, and let's have fun again.

[u][i][b]Dojo Arena, 0358 hours[/b][/i][/u] ???: You said they'd be here. ????: Relax, I know what I'm doing. They said they'll be here by four and I believe them. And if they don't, well then it's two more people in Tubbs' old prison. ???: I hope you're right. ????: When have you known me to be wrong? ???: When you said "Hey, this flat screen was a GREAT investment!" ????: Not my fault you dropped it and broke it. ???: Tomato Tomahto. *Two figures sit in the center of the Dojo Arena, the hologram interior made to look like Atlantic city, the room definitely large enough to hold all the large skyscrapers, beaches and pier. They sit on the beach, one in a beach chair and the other on a towel, waiting for the two that the first man promised. Both wear hoods over their faces to hide their identity, as this fight cannot be traced to whoever is under them. The second man seems to check his watch every ten seconds.* ????: Don't be so impatient, they'll be here. And I don't know why YOU'RE nervous, YOU aren't gonna be doing anything but watch my back. ???: True. *The second man finally lays back on the beach chair, waiting for the combatants* [spoiler]Mostly for Diobolikal, but open if you REALLY wanna fight[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]The Guardians Ending Part 3[/u][/i][/b] [b]the Guardians are fighting the Quish but there are too many, Lonles had left the battle earlier and is just now coming back with a few more Guardians: a cowboy on a horse, a knight riding a dragon, an archer with a pet wolf, and a caveman with a T-Rex[/b] [b]as all the Guardians are fighting the Quish, the Blobs and all the people who's participating in this plot have retreated to the Dojo[/b] [b]another Quish ship uncloaked over the Dojo as well though, and now the Quish are inside killing Blobs left and right[/b] [b]it doesn't help that the ship has 4 turrets on it that shoot blue lasers, but those are only shooting Blobs[/b] [b]the 700(some died here and some died running here) Blobs remaining run into Dojoville and hide in random houses for cover[/b] [b]fight off the Quish[/b] [spoiler]this is open[/spoiler] [spoiler]to everyone if you want, you didn't have to sing up[/spoiler]

[b]mulligan walks towards the dojo, for the first time in years taking a humanoid form, flesh and all, this is bad news, as it means something is wrong, something is definitely wrong, he then sits down at the trunk of the tree outside the dojo mess hall, nothing in his hands, but something on his mind[/b]

[i][b]Fear the Locust...[/b][/i] "I can't tell the dream apart from the real world, so I live knowing that one day, death will wake me up." -Damien [b]Damien rushed forward, slamming into his brother with all his might, only to go flying backwards. Lucien was incredibly strong, the strongest of the trio by far... And also the smallest.[/b] [i]"Nice try..."[/i] [b]He scoffed with an amused glint in his pale green eyes as a smile crossed his sun-caked lips.[/b] [i]"You are like a rock..."[/i] [i]"Maybe even a fat cow!"[/i] [b]Lucien scowled as Killian marched up, a swagger in the step of the eldest... He had mischief sprawled across his forehead. He was the trouble maker, the big brother with a taste for all the wrong things in the right places...[/b] [b]Damien chuckled as Killian lowered a hand to help him up, only to pull it back when Damien tried to catch it.[/b] [i]"Too slow..."[/i] [b]Damien's fiery blue stare ran ablaze as he shot to his feet in defiance, lowering himself to pounce on his twin... But Killian was quick, incredibly so, dashing away as Damien rushed after, laughter filling the air as Lucien stood, calm and rigid. Someone had to be level headed...[/b] [b]Not far away, Valerie Lordan sat with her straw doll, swinging from the tire swing her uncle had built, watching the triplets... She wasn't one for rough housing... Unlike her brothers, she had inherited her mother's looks, taking on wavy black hair and deep blue eyes that matched fair skin. The brothers had all taken on the looks of their father with blonde, out of control hair, and more tanned skin...[/b] [i]"Damien, Killian! Your father is on his way!"[/i] [b]A big man shouted from the porch, his plump cheeks and bald head glistening with sweat from yard work. Enoch... Their uncle. He was a tall man, about 6'1, and a large one at that. He had a round belly with bulky arms and a bright smile... But now... He wasn't smiling. Enoch had been fighting for custody of the family for years, just recently getting Lucien and Valerie... But Damien and Killian still lived with their father...[/b] [b]Damien frowned internally at the mention of his father... He still wore the bruises of his dad's last drunken strikes across his back. Welts and bruises the sizes of baseballs...[/b] [i]"You are lucky... Dad is never as nice as Enoch..."[/i] [b]Damien remarked to Lucien, giving him a hopeless stare. Lucien said nothing, but merely nodded. He had moved in only a few months ago... But his legs and mind still remembered the abuse.[/b] [i]"Well... Better get our things..."[/i] // [b]An hour passed before a man pulled up in a rusty red pick up truck, a heavily bearded man in a tank top driving the vehicle. His long almost curly hair poked out on all sides and he had a hostile glint to his pale green gaze. He whistled a sharp sound and made a small motion to Damien and Killian, who now held their suitcases. They wouldn't say goodbye to their uncle and siblings... It was too difficult. This was the only week they'd get with them for another year... Damien shot his uncle one last empty stare, the big man unable to hold his gaze, before he set off... Walking towards another year of bruises...[/b] // [b]Damien woke up in a cold sweat, his body drenched... He felt sick... Like a fever had claimed what was left of his body.[/b] [b]He slowly got up, pulling away the sheet of his cot, and standing in the cold night air. He eventually slipped on some jeans and a white t-shirt, walking outside into the cold desert air. He pulled a cigarette from a pocket, as all his pants had, and lit it with a small silver lighter. He stood outside the tent of the small camp he and his crew had made. Three tents, some tables and crates, and plenty of other things.[/b] [b]The low light from his cigarette caused his lower metal jaw to shimmer, and his yellow eyes to sheen. So much had happened now these few short years... [/b] [b]He sighed before a small insect startled him, no... Not small... Massive. A grasshopper. Damien hated grasshoppers... His own childhood fear. Long ago his father had locked him in basement full of the horrible creatures... Damien shook away the thought and crushed the creature under a metal foot. Then a small chirp startled him once more... Another grasshopper... Disgusting... Then... Another... And...[/b] [i]"Psst. Lordan."[/i] [b]Damien tried, he really did. But he wasn't fast enough. It took a mere second before the fist connected with his skull sending him toppling over.[/b] [i]"Ouch... Keep him alive, Creed. He needs to watch."[/i] [i]"Calm down, he's alive..."[/i] [b]Standing over Damien now, was a massive being... Easily eleven feet in heigh, covered in head to toe with metal plating... His red sensors bore into the smaller man as a large fist pummeled down into his chest, knocking the air out of Damien.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/poTH3VM[/spoiler] [b]Meanwhile, two more figures watched quietly, until a gunshot rang out and clipped the shoulder of the metal man. Sabre and Rook were awake, and now the other members of Omicron were too...[/b] [i]"Its Creed! Weapons free! Kill the fūcker and protect Damien! Don't let them control him!"[/i] [b]Rook began to unload his two handguns, Joker and Glitch eventually coming out over their tents, half dressed, carrying machine guns... But the bullets didn't matter. They pinged off the metal man like they were nothing.[/b] [i]"Creed... Handle them... I'll 'help' Damien..."[/i] [b]The second newcomer was a man dressed in sack cloth, with opaque white eyes. His face was made of burlap stitching with two gas filter protruding from either side of his jaws. He lowered down to Damien, a grin across his stitched mouth as he began to speak.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/h8JXm06[/spoiler] [i]"I wonder how much it takes to break a man like you..."[/i] [i]"Get away from him!"[/i] [b]Sabre rushed forward, only to be met instantaneously with a slice that severed his torso from his lower half. The metal man had moved at a speed the human eye couldn't follow. Rook tried to back away only to get punched into a table. Joker charged forward, the biggest of the crew, only to get tossed like a ragdoll far away.[/b] [b]Damien could barely move... Everything ached as his dazed mind tried to take in everything that was happening. His eyes began to water as he watched his teammates get knocked around. One after another the Omicron members were defeated.[/b] [i]"Boss!"[/i] [b]Glitch tried to push forward only to meet a metal fist that crashed into his helmet and pushed through the other side. Four highly trained military operatives taken down in... Moments...[/b] [i]"Hurry it up, there are two not here..."[/i] [b]The robed man nodded as he crouched over Damien.[/b] [i]"You think we didn't know? No... We knew... Now... We have found you... And we will make you suffer like the dog you are. No one will remember you... No one will care. Everyone here barely knows you... You'll die like your stupid wife... A failure. I'll send you right back into the dream."[/i] [b]Salem rose to his feet, motioning to the small figure next to him wearing a red cloak.[/b] [i]"Amaterasu... Show Mister Lordan something special... A million times over."[/i] [b]Damien's eyes widened in terror as he scrambled to get up only to be pushed down by Creed's large metal foot.[/b] [b]A flash of yellow escaped the cloaked figures hood as Damien's eyes met theirs. Salem merely watched as Damien slipped away, slowly pulled back into his worst nightmare.[/b] [b]But Damien refused. He was tired of being unable to tell reality apart from fantasy... And so... As images of his wife's death, his abusive past, and the destruction of home whipped through his mind he began to breath very slow. He wouldn't last long. These thoughts would kill him painfully... Slowly...[/b] [b]Two beats. Two beats... One beat. One beat... Damien wouldn't play their game. He was too weak. Salem, Creed... They could win for all he cared... Two beats, two beats... One beat, one beat... His heart began to slow... Half a beat... Damien was slowing his heart rate. No beat, no beat... And then... His heart gave out... Stopping altogether.[/b] [i]"Not vital signs... Suicide by heart failure..."[/i] [i]"Shame... He was going to meet his father again..."[/i] [b]Salem said sadistically, patting Amaterasu's back as he looked at the scattered bodies. The trio looked around at the handiwork, Creed eventually walking around, setting fire to the camp... Soon there would just be ashes...[/b] [i]"All that's left is the boy and the sharpshooter..."[/i] [i]"They'll know we are coming..."[/i] [i]"That's what we want."[/i] [spoiler]Closed. Open to critiques and comments though! Just a look at my villains and what's to come.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Toast to The Dead | Mountains over Dojoville[/u][/b] [i]Here’s a toast to the dead If you don’t drink, smoke to the head For the freedom fighters killed by the feds For those who died hard in the streets soaking in red And died slow asleep in a dream choking in bed Here’s a toast to the dead for my enemies that are gone I’m not a coward so, celebrating that would be wrong I pray to God that your soul will come back again So I can see you in the next life and finish it then A toast to the dead for criminals, burning in hell I wonder how many presidents are burning as well -Immortal Technique[/i] "C'mon, you can do better than that," the older man said with a slight smile. "Again." Their [i]bokkens[/i] crashed into one another as the young man whirled around with an angry fire in his eyes. The boy's opponent saw this flare of anger and tapped into it, noticing the boy's rushed footwork and shooting a paint round into his knee. A newer splash of red cracked open on the younger man's leg, his elder's wooden sword soon creating a painted red streak across his thigh and chest in a swift one-two motion, partially breaking apart the wooden sword that he parried. It was almost as if he had no time to react. "Unfair, Lael. You caught me off guard," the boy sighed as he stopped his advance and stepped a few paces back, readying himself for another sparring match once more. His body was covered in dozens of red splotches from their private training session. Lael had insisted that they slow their training down, but at the same time he was excited due to his new pupil's passion for learning. Though he had yet to know what drove his student's pursuit. Lines and circular splatters of crimson were painted on the young man's fencing jacket, even staining his training pistol's holster a faded vermillion. "Lucien, you get too angry. Such emotion is a powerful driving force, but you cannot let that fire of yours get any more out of control," Lael chuckled in spite of the younger Lucien's skeptical face. "It was a simple miscalculation on my part. I should've been watching your gun hand and disabled it with my own-" "No, it isn't that, my boy. Listen to me: imagine your skill as a piece of metal used by the smiths to create a weapon. Whatever determination you have, use it as fire to temper the blade," the thickly accented Lael explained as he began to circle Lucien, wooden blade raised in one hand and the other poised to draw his sidearm. Lucien began to pace around his opponent as well, weakly raising his sword in two hands. His entire body ached after being bombarded by paint bullets and the blunt force of wooden blades - but he would not rest until he fully mastered the Tribals' Wanderer Discipline. "Stop that shaking, watch your feet. Spaced out just like - yes, good, good. Control that fires of yours - our hunters use only the finest of weapons to hunt down the abominations." With a [i]clack![/i] the two wooden swords collided once before sounding off again, sending red paint flying both ways. During their trade, Lael quickly drew his sidearm and prepared to fire it point-blank, but his draw was interrupted by a step inwards followed by an elbow strike to the solar plexus from Lucien. Gasping for air, Lael attempted to retreat whilst being pressured by Lucien's blade every step of the way. With two slashes from Lucien came three more shots from his sidearm, every attack connecting and leaving a nasty welt beneath a splatter of paint. He moved like a shadow of death itself, so fast it was like he merely phased through each blow Lael tried to send towards him. "I concede!" Lael coughed while laughing. Lucien's blade slammed across his left knee, sending him to one as he was surprised. Two more shots were planted in his collarbone, one placed soon after on his cheek - dangerously close to his eye. Any higher and he would've gone blind. The storm of red paint continued as Lael attempted to defend himself, more in shock at his student's ferocity. He was dumbfounded until he saw something that unnerved him in Lucien's eyes. That fire from before was now a fully-fledged inferno within his pupils, a light that only a madman would use. "Lucien, enough!" he said as his student's sword came flying towards his windpipe, stopped just in time. Silence reigned for what seemed to be hours contained in heartbeat. That look of madness in the young Lucien's eyes dimmed as he suddenly realized what he had done. Immediately dropping his weapons and offering a hand, he began to apologize, "Dear God, I'm so sorry Lael. I didn't mean to -" "No, lad. It's quite alright," Lael said with a slight laugh to hide his creeping fear. "It's my own fault for not being able to keep up. Would you like at that, eh? The student standing over the master with a blade at his throat. Spectacular!" A fit of coughing overcame Lael as Lucien helped him up. There was something hidden deep within his pupil, Lael knew that. But what it was would terrify him to his core if he knew right then and there. So he laughed it off instead, denying his own wariness, "Good Lord, boy. You fight a damn demon yourself." ~~~ It was early morning. Tesuto was nowhere in sight, so Lucien decided to train. After all, the nightmares of the night before still plagued him. Reliving his memories with the Tribals were bittersweet more than anything. It had been a few days from his arrival at the Dojo. After the two massacres at the hands of the alleged "Venom" mercenaries (as Ronin called them), he already had his hands full in this strange new place. So what better an exercise than training to keep his mind in order? Beneath the shade of a large tree he began to spar an imaginary opponent, whirling back in a deadly tornado of faux gunshots and slashes into the air. Any onlooker wouldn't see the single tear falling down his face as he remembered the exact same moves his mentor taught him, soon lost within the many beads of sweat. [spoiler]Closed to Pants, open to critique.[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]THE GUARDIANS ENDING PART 2[/u][/i][/b] [b]Tubbs hold the rifle like a baseball bat and smacks Works across the face with it[/b] [b]Works stumbles to the side a bit but then shoots lightning at Tubbs with his sword[/b] [b]Tubbs drops the gun and runs behind Works with super speed, he then punches him about 20 times in the back and takes Works's sword[/b] [b]he then goes to stab Works in the back but Works teleports behind him and sidekicks him in the back, clones himself and the clone teleports in front of Tubbs[/b] [b]Works 1 grabs Tubbs by the arms and holds him as Works 2 starts beating him and takes the sword back, Works 1 then kick Tubbs to Works 2 as Works 2 holds the sword out[/b] [b]before Tubbs is impaled he stops himself. Then Works 2 rushes towards him but Tubbs turns and grabs Works 1 then slings him into the sword [/b] [b]Tubbs then kicks Works 2 in the side of the face and throws Works 1's body to the side, with the sword still stuck in it[/b] [b]Mikey screeches and flies down, then scratches Tubbs across the face and Tubbs grabs Mikey by the leg and pulls him down[/b] [b]before Tubbs can do anything else he is tackled by Works 2 and let's go of Mikey[/b] [b]then Works 2 starts punching Tubbs repeatedly in the face[/b] [b]Tubbs grabs the rifle with his left hand and hits Works in the side of the face with the butt of the rifle[/b] [b]Works rolls off and is laying on the ground with Tubbs standing over him with his foot on his chest[/b] [b]Tubbs aims the rifle up and shoots Mikey out of the sky, Mikey falls dead[/b] [b]Tubbs then aims the gun at Works's head[/b] Tubbs- Any last words? Works- Yeah. I'll tell your ma you love her. Tubbs- Huh? [b]a bullet goes right through his heart from behind and Tubbs falls over dead[/b] [b]Works is standing behind him, with his pistol. He teleported out of his suit when Mikey was shot.[/b] [b]Works looks at everyone and puts his pistol up[/b] It's over! We won this war! But like every war, we had casualties! And they will all be greatly missed! They died for you all! You may not have known them but they were great people! I say we never forg- [b]a blue skinned four armed scaly creature drops from the sky and lands behind Works[/b] [b]he turns and an orange sword goes through his gut, and his body is then kicked off the sword and he lays on top of Tubbs, both dead[/b] [b]a giant ship is uncloaked above the creature, turrets are on it and start shooting down Blobs as more of those creatures drop[/b] [b]every one has a glowing orange sword in each hand and is rushing at the Blobs[/b] Goliath- Everyone run to the Dojo! The Guardians will stop these monsters! [b]the Guardians rush into battle, fighting what seems like endless Quish[/b] [b]the Blobs retreat to the Dojo as do you(yeah, you reading this, if you signed up for my plot anyways)[/b] [spoiler]closed[/spoiler] [spoiler]part 3 will be up later[/spoiler] [spoiler]and Part 3 will be open lol[/spoiler]

[u][b]New Home, New Life[/b][/u] [u]Alpha's and Beta's house, Dojoville outskirts, 3:30 PM[/u] Disturbed's "Stricken" could be heard playing on a radio as alpha worked on his sparrowhawk, as was his norm when he was by himself, sweat drenching his fur and mixing with dirt, grime, and oil as he worked on the left turbine, manually installing blades in the rotor, his eyes hidden by tinted goggles that he used to see in the glare of the metal that reflected the light of the sun He stopped after adding the last blade, putting the goggles up right under his horns, so the deep blue-upon-blue of his eyes could be seen, and anyone could see his pupils weren't black, but a deep shade of blue He got off the top of the wing, and stretched his left leg, the prosthetic metal and plastic shining in the light as a blue glow emanated from the ankle and joint ((Open, just come by and admire the jet parked in their backyard))

[u]Byoki Desert, 12:34 a.m.[/u] [b]Jäger rests on a sand dune. A fire lit to keep him warm. He continues to tune a radio, trying to get a signal. A pot rests over the fire. Jäger keeps checking behind him incase someone followed him. He opens a bottle of whiskey and begins to drink it.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

Ama [u]God Limiter Project Part 3[/u] It was late, the sun setting nearly covered by the horizon when the gate begins to creak open. Seen walking in is a mass of torn grey rags with a hood barely intact. A gust of wind blows the hood off revealing an exhausted and wounded Ama carrying a large satchel. A trail of Blood and Chloroplast behind her, she stumbles onto a bench tearing a peice of the rags creating a makeshift bandage. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[u]location:dojoville Time: noonish[/u] [i]lightening storms rage across the dojo which spells bad news for one the hayes sister cause right she is sitting a bare at the moment on a thick rubber matt as her power over electricity goes a little nuts cause the storms cause she can absorb electricity. Which isn't something she can't really control but she hates it because the storms make hard for her do anything while being electrified like this. Her family is staying away from her when she like this cause she dangerous. She sits with eyes closed sleeping in her room as electricity crackles across her skin. She is a very deep at the moment completely unaware of anything going on around as the storms rage on outside.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]I stand in the courtyard of the Dojo. I have my NCR standard-issue Ranger Combat Armor on, my overcoat covering most of the combat armor and some of my jeans, reinforced with a ballistic-polymer weave. I don't have my helmet on, however. My jet black hair still short-cut, the dye in it working wonders. My dull blue eyes, probably looking like I was gazing into nothing. I was using cans on the Dojo wall for target practice with my silenced sniper rifle.[/b] [spoiler]Open. Short post to kill time.[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]THE GUARDIANS ENDING PART 1[/u][/i][/b] [i]Location- Rebel Camp[/i] [b]Works and his Guardians stand at the edge of the rebel camp[/b] [b]Works walks to the leader of the Rebels[/b] Works- I sent Mikey to spy on them. They have hardly any Guardians. Like 3. Leader- Odd. I guess we haven't found them all. There's more. Works- Who cares? We might as well attack while we have the advantage. Leader- Hmm. Maybe so. Fine. We will attack them now. Let me tell everyone. [b]the leader, being a Blob, transforms into a big stage with his body on it[/b] Leader- ATTENTION EVERYONE!!! TODAY WE FIGHT!!! TODAY WE END THIS!!! GATHER YOUR GEAR AND PREPARE TO LEAVE!!! WE LEAVE IN 10 MINUTES!!! [i]Location- Tubbs's Kingdom[/i] [b]Tubbs is sitting in his throne with Emma by his side[/b] Tubbs- Where is Smaug? He should've returned by now. Emma- I'm not sure. He might've been captured while spying. Tubbs- Unlikely. Emma- You never know. [b]all of a sudden Huntrey rushes in[/b] Huntrey- The rebels are at the gates. They wish to speak with you. Tubbs- Get everyone by the gates and have them follow me. Huntrey- Yes sir. [b]Huntrey rushes out[/b] [b]Tubbs stands up and gets his gear on, he then walks out with Emma behind him[/b] [b]he sees all his Blobs gathered around the gate and he pushes through them with Emma[/b] [b]he walks out and so does all his Blobs behind him[/b] [b]they're sitting there, Tubbs and his army behind him facing Works with his army behind him[/b] Works- Give it up! You can't win! Tubbs- Do you really believe that? Works- Yeah. Kind of. [b]Sardina runs to the front with Smaug in front of her, hands tied behind his back[/b] Tubbs- Huh. Revenge for your daughter? Figured you'd try to kill me. But anyways, your plan won't work. War has casualties. Oh well. Sardina- YOU MONSTER! DON'T YOU HAVE A SOUL!? Tubbs- Everyone has one. Sardina- YOU SON OF A- Tubbs- OH GET ON WITH IT ALREADY! [b]a gunshot is heard and all of a sudden Tubbs is holding Huntrey's rifle, and Smaug has a bullet hole through his head[/b] Emma- NO! [b]she rushes at Tubbs with her pike and he turns, grabs the handle with one hand, bends it so the end is facing her, and he stabs her with it[/b] [b]as she falls over dead and Tubbs turns back around, Huntrey slashes him across the back with his whip[/b] [b]Tubbs turns back around and Huntrey tries to do it again. Tubbs catches the whip, pulls it so Huntrey is pulled towards him, then punches him right in the face with super strength, separating his head from his body[/b] [b]then Boozer drinks his drink and turns giant, he goes to smash Tubbs but is greeted with a bullet to the brain, as Tubbs opened a portal behind Boozer's head and another by himself then shot with Huntrey's rifle[/b] [b]one Blob goes to Work's side and soon everyone does[/b] Tubbs- I DON'T NEED YOU!!! I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!! Works- No, you won't. [b]Works walks up to Tubbs with his sword out[/b] Works- You won't kill anyone ever again. [spoiler]part 2 will be up later[/spoiler] [spoiler]most likely tomorrow [/spoiler] [spoiler]closed[/spoiler]

[b]Shit that the leaders are gonna try to get done this week![/b] November update Notice! (Changes to be made this week) -Added a backstory thread. -This way Bios can be solely for your character as they are now. And the Backstory thread can be for literature. -Unnamed islands are now the Celtic isles. A series of islands rich with culture and war. -Cities of Tatakai -the dojo ain't the only place that's populated m8 -City recruitment -Need more people creating cities for the world. This will be open for everyone, but not everyone's ideas will be used. REPLY TO the cities thread when giving your ideas. -Lore recruitment -Need people to assist in creating more lore for the world of tatakai. Only a select few will be recruited. Thread for that is here(this will likely be made a separate group.) -More rules have been added. See here: -Small edits to main thread -Links, labels, my accounts being easier to access. -Landmarks thread -when it's not apart of the dojo, or any form of landscape, it's a land mark. Post the ones you've created here. If there is anything else, feel free to add.

[b][i]At The Brink Of Pure Insanity[/i][/b] [b][i]Dojoville, 8:30 PM[/i][/b] [b][i]Executioner Daniel[/i][/b] [b][i]Abyss Watcher Balthazar[/i][/b] [b]The blazing sunlight that covered the land of Tatakai began to set as nighttime approached, the civilians beginning to settle down and eventually, head into their homes for the night. The heavy clanking of boots could be heard patrolling the city as a massive figure patrolled the streets in the moonlight, his booming shadow concealing the stone beneath him. [/b] [b]To describe the man, he was an absolute giant, to say the least, as his hulking figure stood at a height of twelve foot seven, while his muscular body was hidden away by a dirty grey shirt, complemented by a massive pair of jeans. The being's body was extremely weathered and battle-scarred, with deeply tanned skin and bulging muscles, as if he had the strength of lifting a literal tank. His head was shaven bald, while a two foot long braided beard protruded from his chin, grey and old just like him. The man bore literally no weaponry upon him, other than the massive fists that were clenched tightly and hung at his side. He would be using them soon, for he would bear witness to something terrible. [/b] [b]As he proceeded onwards with his nightly stroll, the massive giant of a man then heard what sounded like flesh being torn through, and bones being crushed by something particularly strong. His eyes scrounging up in a look of seriousness, he began to make his way towards the disturbing noises, until he found himself upon a gristly sight. In the center of a street was a massacre; several crushed and bloodied bodies of men, women, and even children were scattered across the street, guts and brain matter already spread around the area. And standing in the middle of it was a figure covered in blood and gore, a maniacal laugh escaping his mouth as he turned towards the direction of the hulking figure. His burly body was engulfed in a thick grey robe, adorned with shining metals and trinkets for some odd reason. His laced up leather gauntlets and boots were splattered with blood, similar to the massive wooden and steel wheel that he held in his right hand. His face had a square-like structure, with a large nose and a slight stubble of a beard appearing upon his chin. His messy blonde hair engulfed where his eyes should have been, yet there were no eyes; simply sockets, as if they had been ripped out long ago. [/b] [i]"ARE YOU PROUD OF ME NOW, MASTER?!"[/i] [b]The man suddenly screeched, a laughter of pure madness escaping his throat afterwards. He turned towards the giant, beginning to charge wildly and beginning to scream even more.[/b] [i]"...Damn fool. Ya dun't know what ya even doin, ya fookin lunatic!"[/i] [b]Balthazar groaned in disgust at the sight of the Executioner, before aiming a swift kick straight towards the blind man. From combat experience and knowing his own strength, he knew it would only send the man back. And as the foot slammed into Daniel, it did exactly that; he skidded across the ground and fell over, while a small trinket fell from his robe's pocket.[/b] [b]The trinket appeared to be a wooden and metal music box, weathered and one yet looked as if it had been deeply cared for in the distant past. The frame of the box slammed into the stony ground, it's wooden pieces shattering suddenly at its impact with the ground. [/b] [b]And that's when the Executioner lost himself to his madness.[/b] [b]A sudden roar, which transformed into an ear-piercing scream, escaped the throat of Daniel, as if his very vocal cords were being ripped to shreds. Suddenly, a faint yellow light surrounded his body as the sounds of bone and muscle growing and creaking could be heard, more screams and yells of intense pain sounding from Daniel's mouth before it became more animalistic and canine, with a doglike snout and jagged, monstrous teeth. His clothing was shredded as his chest and legs expanded, bones snapping and expanding until his stood at a height of eleven foot ten, his fingers transforming into crooked claws with bony nails. One last roar escaped the monster's throat - before he stared straight towards Balthazar.[/b] [i]"Ya ugleh sonuva bitch. I'll hafta put ya out of ya misery at this point.."[/i] [b]Within the hulking giant's voice was a tint of apparent grief, as he did not want to end the previous man's life. But he has to do what he had to do. Balthazar tightened his fists and raised them up high, roaring as both he and the Cleric Beast that was once Daniel charged straight towards each other.[/b] [i]"Hraaaaaaagh!!!"[/i] (Open. I probably fukin ruined Balthazar and made Po depressed because I can't even RP with his character ;-;)

[u]Outside Alpha's sparrowhawk, 1:35PM[/u] Beta sat down on the ramp, alpha busy working on the front of the ship, so he wasn't watching her After some talking, alpha'd finally stopped teasing her when she told him about today's event, and he went back to his work Beta looked around a little, her left eye hidden by her normal shock of hair, but this time anyone could tell that it was hiding something as a strap went over her head, between her horns, and went down the side of her chin, going back up around behind her left ear "Here we go...." ((Quincy))

[b]PoV - Julian[/b] [i]I approach the vertibird silently, my body crouched low. I was cloaked, obviously, who wouldn't use cloaking tech in this situation? It was the logical thing to do. I examined the bird. This was Wolfe's last known position. The moonlight cast a glow over the area, bathing my invisible form in white light. My heartbeat was completely irregular. Something about this place, this... Dojo, was unsettling to me. I guess I just wasn't used this kind of environment. The military structure that I was used to was gone. I shook my thoughts aside and stood up. Taking a breath and declaiming, I knock on the closed vertibird door. [/i] [spoiler]Closed to Blackjack[/spoiler]

[b][u]Courtyard A3 at like midday or something idk[/u][/b] [i]You were doing whatever the hell you were doing when out of the corner of your eye you see some training soldiers get tripped by a purple mist. After the soldiers tripped you saw the mist quickly retreat behind some weapon crates where laughter was originating from.[/i] [spoiler]OPEN[/spoiler]