[b][i][u]Not All Heroes Wear Capes[/u][/i][/b] [i]Location- Winra Islands[/i] [b]Royal, Robo, and the 9 guards are dropped off in the middle of the Winra Islands[/b] [b]they see some men in nothing but a cloth to cover their butt and crotch [/b] [b]they all have spears and are talking in a weird language[/b] [spoiler]open to Royal[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Ain't No Rest For The Wicked[/u][/i][/b] [i]Location- Shi Canyon[/i] [b]Xavier just arrived at the Shi Canyon[/b] [b]he sees a few raiders in a dune buggy drive right past him, but they then drift and turn around facing him[/b] [b]they start going full speed towards him[/b] [spoiler]open to Ghostfrog[/spoiler]

[b][u][i]Every Now and Then, You Find A Diamond-[/i][/u][/b] [i]Location- Gem Islands[/i] [b]Endermaster was just dropped off in a village with miners running around, apparently some tragedy just happened[/b] [spoiler]open to Ooshmook[/spoiler]

[quote][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 battle have been raged on its soil, but it has seen victory in every case. Now, it has seen reform. Under management by the group of Sensei’s, The Dojo aims to achieve greater goals than it ever has before.[/i] [b][i]Who we are[/i][/b] [spoiler] The dojo is an entry level role playing thread. A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. The dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much). [/spoiler] [b][i]How we work(list of Sensei’s 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 Everyones 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. Even then, the sensei’s will always inform the group of changes and decisions made. If you are new to RP, then we can assign you a mentor. A mentor is a RP’er who can show you the ropes on how things work if you need them. They Vary, but you can be ensured that if you ask, we will deliver. The list of sensei’s are as follows: Inflatablepants/The Fierce Deity Zane Sargentubbs JT ASAP Sketch Testers of the Dojo: Mortar Sketch Royal ASAP [/spoiler] [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! [/spoiler] [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. 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 of the dojo by clicking here. (insert link to tester thread). 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. This way, you’ll never go wrong. [/spoiler] [b][i]Bio Page[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]The Reforms[/i][/b] [spoiler] The reforms have been made as goals and decisions to better help the dojo. To see these reforms, click here: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678469/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]What the Dojo looks like[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]Landscapes of Tatakai[/i][/b] [spoiler] Map of Tatakai: http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b] [spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used for almost a year and a half prior. 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 [/spoiler] [b][i]The Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b] [spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear! If you need to contact me(Pants) Pm "The Fierce Deity" https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0 NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to WvW. [/spoiler] Tl;Dr: The dojo is an RP thread where you can pass the time, have a bunch of fun and practice your writing skills. As long as you follow the rules.[/quote] Ya

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[i]Remy sat calmly at the top of a tree in the Dojo forest area, the mountains stretching out behind him. His sky blue eyes looked at the brilliantly blue sky as the sun beamed down on the lad. Rem was currently wearing a simple attire, albeit.. strange attire. He was wearing an open, lengthy, black leather longcoat, with a white tuxedo thingy underneath it, an equally white.. shawl thingy around his neck, one of the ends drooping down his chest to the collarbone. Belts crossed his chest, for some unknown reason - perhaps it was part of the outfit. A brilliantly rose red.. rose sat in the pocket on the left of his chest, the flower looking like it was freshly picked. At his hands was a pair of lengthy, dark brown gloves, the ends disappearing in the sleeves of the longcoat. At Remy's legs was pair of dark brown pants, stripes of metal crossing the thighs, with two plates covering the knees - for protection purposes; he probably had more underneath his longcoat and top. At the man's feet was a pair of dark brown, leather boots, covering his legs up to the bottom of his knees. Diagonally across Remy's back was a black sheath made from hardened leather, the metal cruciform of a seven foot greatsword sticking out of it. He seemed lost in thought, really. Eyes slightly unfocused as they peered at the white, fluffy clouds in the sky, a peaceful grin across his face.. If only his dearest, Olivia, was here.. Remy shook those thoughts away as he heard rapid footsteps below him - or, well, diagonally to his right and a meter or fifteen away. The young man waited for a moment or two, the footsteps stopping about.. ten meters away, in an open area of the forest. Then, a panicked, feminine voice spoke up, making Remy narrow his eyes and listen intently.[/i] "Go, Emily! I'll hold him off!" [i]A second, much younger - but equally panicked and feminine - sounding voice spoke,[/i] "Hell no, Leif! I can't do that.. You're my best friend.. One of the few who doesn't judge me for my problem.." "Emily!" "No, Leif. I'm staying, and I'm helping.. He'd catch up to me anyways.." [i]Remy's mind started to race.. Just, what was happening? Two.. girls, both sounding fairly young, were running? From who? A man.. Rem knew that much.. But, again, who? He'd seen a few bounties.. One on this so-called "Jack".. Could he be who the two were fleeing from? Remy wanted to find out, and thus he slowly started making his way down the tree, miraculously not making a single noise - all thanks to a little ring he had. Once at the bottom, Rem hid in the shadows, watching from the dark, his attire making him practically invisible. And, what he saw.. Two people were standing side-by-side in the open area not too far. One of the two was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a white sweater, as well as a pair of black and white sneakers - though, the most eye-catching thing was her hair. Rainbow coloured, curly, and long enough to reach to the short girl's lower back. The second of the people, a woman with.. blue skin, was wearing a loose-fitting, maroon blue T-shirt, and a pair of beige cargo shorts - yes, cargo shorts - and a pair of black army boots. She stood at a very impressive height of seven feet, her pure white hair reaching to her lower back - much like with the first girl. The person the two were fleeing from came quick enough. A tall man came bursting through the bushes, his entire, muscular body covered by a suit of grey armour, black rims accentuating the grey. Jack's right forearm was.. very strange. It was fleshy, uncovered by the armour, and shaped like a jagged blade, the edge being a dark black and razor-sharp. The newcomer charged at the two girls, his heavy, metal boots thudding on the dirt, green grass covered floor. Emily was the first to react, her right arm yanking a three feet long rapier from a sheath at her left hip. The rapier then caught on fire, flames covering the entire blade. The girl was moving very, very fast - at least fifty miles per hour - within the first ten steps, after which she only kept on speeding up, the rapier extended out in front of her. Jack smirked behind his skull-shaped helmet, the crimson red Plexiglas that filled the two eye sockets shining evilly. He lunged forwards, the shielding that covered his armour tanking the hit of the impacting rapier, making the tip slide down as Emily.. well, she couldn't stop in time, nor could she dodge the blade that came from the right. Her head was gone in a split second, flying to the left with a waterfall of blood, staining the grass crimson. Emily's body turned into a fountain, blood pouring from her neck as her body went limp, crashing into Jack who continued his charge. Emily's body was shoved to the right, hitting the ground with a soft thud as more blood pm blood continued to flow. Remy found it weak how quick the girl was utterly annihilated. Leif.. well, Leif just turned around and started to sprint on out of there. She was unarmed and alone. She wouldn't be able to do much.. ..but, well, Jack wasn't having any of that shit. The German's blade-arm-thing started to shift and bubble, the blade molding back into a normal forearm - though the hand was just a spike, razor-sharp hooks of hardened biomass covering it. He threw his "hand" at the fleeing girl's back, the forearm extending very quickly, being like a tendril. The tip rammed through Leif's chest, just barely missing the spine, but shattering two ribs. Locust then yanked his arm back, making Leif keel over as her body was yanked back, the hooks tearing through her flesh, leaving a giant, messy hole. She stumbled to the floor, hitting the grass with a thud of her own, blood pouring from her wound. The Näzi came to a skidding stop, started to walk back to the open area of the forest, where he squatted down at Emily's side, a grim and muffled chuckle coming form the gunmetal grey helmet. It was at this moment that Remy left the shadows, his right hand grasping the cruciform of his sword, and sliding it out of the sheath with a slow, loud "shhhhiiiink" as metal slid past leather. Jack, immediately alarmed, turned his head and upper body to the cause of the noise, a sickening smile crossing his hidden face.[/i] "I challenge thee," [i]Remy said with a calm, loud voice once he was right feet away,[/i] "To a duel. A duel that shalt last until the very moment one of us two leaves this world. To the death." [i]This caught Jack's attention.. Oh yes, it certainly did. He was honourable, surprisingly enough, so he'd stick to just a sword-arm to fight this man. The German slowly got up, turning to Remy as his fight forearm transformed back into a four feet long, jagged blade. His armour then started to bubble and shift, forming a T-shirt and a pair of baggy pants, both grey and with black rims.[/i] "Fair is fair, ja? [i]Jack spoke calmly to Rem as the two men approached one another, the Chosen Undead giving a simple nod. Now I'm just gonna skip this because Jesus Christ writing the post is hard when you have to pause every two minutes to think of what to write. An hour later, Remy was sitting on the Dojo Wall - by the Gate, to be exact. His longcoat and pantaloons were splattered with crimson red blood, long since dried up, Jack's helmeted head at his left side.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Now, this post was hard to write for me because I'm both lazy and suffering from moderate writer's block, so pls no judgement. Pls.[/spoiler.]

[i][u]Only A Moment[/u][/i] [i][u]Tatakai, "The Crater"[/u][/i] [u][i]Marcia Rosegold[/i][/u] [spoiler]"The Crater" is my official nickname for the massive hole in the ground that Frisky sorta left behind in Wehb's post. For a link to that, [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/216869308/0/0/1]click here![/url] [/spoiler] [i]Sprinting throughout the masses of trees and bush of the forest was a young girl, seeming to have only been eighteen or even nineteen, somewhere around that age. The girl stood at a somewhat short height of five foot six inches tall, her slim legs carrying her to whatever her destination was. She was moving at an impressive pace, which didn't seem too surprising due to her thin body and light weight. Her face was angular and young, complemented with smooth olive skin and high, shallow cheekbones, alongside a relatively small nose. Tufts of boyishly short brown hair hung and covered the most defining part of the woman; a pair of beautiful, bright gold eyes, full of despair and fear. Upon closer inspection, tears were falling from her eyes, as if she had been literally sobbing recently. [/i] [i]As for her apparel, the clothing of the woman consisted of a pure white fabric mage robe, which engulfed her entire body in a stylish fashion, and ended at her knees. It was also tinted with a bright red, possibly to add more style to it. A black hood hung out from the neckpiece, flying in the wind as she kept sprinting through the forest. One unique thing that the clothing had was a unique connection to what seemed to have been...magic. Something old, something...powerful. Something much, much older than the Dojo, which many things were. But this...whatever the robe was connected to, it was ancient.[/i] [i]The rest of her outfit? Quite simple. White leggings, alongside a pair of dirty red sneakers, clearly worn out and old. The woman bore nothing for weaponry, although she did have a book in her hands. "The Complete Study of Rainbows and Double Rainbows; By Zimara Shodr". A simple note was tapped onto the cover of the large book itself.[/i] [i]"To: Emily R. From: Someone who cares for you :)"[/i] [i]It seemed rather odd, for a crying girl to be carrying a book that was supposed to be given to "Emily R." by someone that cared for her. And this person that held the book ever so tightly, her thin hands clutching it's hardback surface with as much strength that she could manage? Marcia Rosegold, sister of Emily, Violet, and Jacqui. [/i] [i]Hours ago, Marcia had received terrible news. That her sister had been murdered, decapitated by some...Názi. She couldn't believe it. No, she didn't believe it. Emily would've put up a fight, it...it didn't add up...she would've beaten him...right?[/i] [i]Suddenly, Marcia reached the end of the forest, and yelled out as she suddenly slid across the ground, stopping directly on the edge of the trees. For if she had slid any further, she would've plummeted into a chasm that spanned for almost a mile. Several feet deep, the land had been literally blown to bits, as if someone had nuked it to hell.[/i] [i]After a moment of staring at the emptiness that remained, Marcia realized something. She wouldn't have even given her sister, Emily, a proper burial. Something she deserved. Something she needed, in her death. For being a loving, caring individual that Marcia had known for all her life. For being a much needed friend, in times of trouble.[/i] [i]The pure memory of Emily brought back the truly disturbing news spoken by the tall man, followed by the book about rainbows being dropped to the dirt suddenly, as Marcia silently fell to her knees. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't bring Emily back, or find whoever did this, or..anything. She was helpless, alone, and..furious. More furious than she had ever been, to be exact. For at this point, Marcia simply didn't care anymore.[/i] [i]A scream of nothing but pure anger escaped Marcia's mouth as she looked up at the blue sky, two orbs of deep blue energy suddenly forming within her hands as she suddenly rose up from the ground. Out of her fury, she got up almost instantly, just to scream incoherently and begin chucking the orbs of energy, particularly at the surrounding trees that hung over her. As she reeled back and threw each arcane ball, the orbs crashed and slammed through each tree it hit, tearing and incinerating wood and bark in nearly an instant. The orbs turned into energy bombs, and the energy bombs turned into literal beams of deep blue energy pulled from the arcane itself. Marcia didn't even stop to think about how she was capable of pulling all of this off in rapid succession, for she would usually be ripped apart or incinerated by the pure energy and force she was applying at the moment. Every second was a new beam aimed at a tree, and the next was another bomb that decimated the earth. Minutes later, Marcia had decimated the surrounding earth in her fury, and only fell to her knees in exhaustion. After a moment, she looked up and around her, her golden eyes staring at the destruction she had caused in her madness. [/i] [i]It was nothing but pure destruction that surrounded the young girl. Thick ash and blue particles floated into the air and over Marcia, covering the bright blue sky and clouding it away from her view. After a moment, Marcia closed her eyes as if ace was trying to concentrate herself in her madness.[/i] [i]Then, she witnessed it.[/i] [i]Marcia didn't even know what she saw. But what she peered into..it was something else. A vast ocean of bright blue energy, a realm of nothing but arcane power. Truly beautiful, yet so disorganized and wild. The arcane realm itself, what Marcia had studied for all of her li-[/i] "FÜCK!! AGH!! MY EYES!!" [i]The girl suddenly reeled back as the vision ended as quickly as it had begun, screams beginning to escape her throat as her own eyes began frying and cooking on the spot from the exposure to the depths of the arcane. Eventually, Marcia stopped her screaming, and began shaking profusely. And for once, she regained focus and realized what she far done. [/i] [i]Her sudden escalation in power had resulted in her using her magical abilities to the maximum, granting her the literal ability to peer into the arcane realm itself. Yet, at a truly terrible cost.[/i] [i]For Marcia's eyes were no longer the bright, beautiful gold that they once were, but instead a deep, magnificent blue, the entirety of her eyes clouded by a spectrum of arcane. In short...Marcia had gone blind.[/i] [i]The woman slowly, but steadily, rose up from the earth. And began making her way back to the Dojo.[/i] (Open. Just act like you're in the forest, or at the Dojo whenever she gets there, lol.)

(Courtyard A-3, Midnight) *Zera walked around the place, a backpack aligned with espionage equipment. She was planning to place these around the Dojo, hoping to be able to relay this information to a laptop she kept in her room, which connected directly to the Immortals back home. She had arrived in secret, using a combination of cloaking and using the shroud of night to her advantage. She eventually arrived behind a bush, beginning to take out the equipment, when a blaster was pointed at to the back of her head.* "Well, well, well...what's a creeper like you doing here?" Kara questions Zera, as she pulls out her Annihilator. Kara had came with a striped black sweater, tucked in to light blue jeans, and white sneakers. "Why should I tell you?" Zera responded, before kicking Kara's gun away from and kicking her on the stomach. "You son of a..." Kara began saying before she round house kicks Zera back. *Both of them entered fighting positions, ready to kill each other if necessary, as they charged toward each other.* [spoiler]Open. Take whatever side you want, don't kill them.[/spoiler]

[b]Return of the Smugglers[/b] A miasma of light rippled throughout the atmosphere of Tatakai as a ship sliced into its atmosphere, air rippling and tending around the craft as it barreled to the planet's snowy surface, fire starting to flicker around its perimeter. The ship was rather large, a heavy carrier, mounted with many retracting weapons and artillery mortars. On its silver side was an [url=https://imgur.com/a/oGuL9]insignia[/url], a large arrow slung by the quiver of a bow, chipped away by time and temperament. Underneath was the large caption [b]The Arrowhead[/b], written in bolded font. The ship gently touched down right outside the Dojo, thrusters at the rear of the spacecraft softening the descent. A blizzard raged heavily, pounding against the high, steel walls of the Dojo. The mast of the freighter opened into a long inclined stairway, falling onto the fresh and powdery snow. Silence engulfed the area for only a second before an ember shimmered out among the raging sleet, the end of a cigar, firmly planted within the lips of a harrowed soldier. He was armed to the brim, multiple firearms, a large broadsword and belt of gear strewn about his bulgy frame, wearing a large leather coat. His hair of chestnut tossed back and forth in the biting wind, striking eyes matching the light color of his surroundings. The soldier looked around him, took a long drag from his cigar, and continued down the steps. A small hop led to his combat boots planted inches deep in the snow. He raised his hands, willing the others to emerge from the interior of the ship. [spoiler]Open to the Arrowhead crew.[/spoiler]

[b]Mo' punchies[/b] [u]50's themed boxing gym. where Quincy punches stuff. [/u] *Quincy, yet again, found himself in the "punchy room" as he liked to call it. Punching his issues away and into a bag of sand hung from the ceiling. Being grinded into a steak dinner can have some... aftershocks. So here he was, hitting the bag in a fast fury of jabs and hooks, throwing in a few kicks here and there.* [spoiler]open.[/spoiler]

[b]A new arrival. A red one. A man approached, cloaked in red. He had a large, crimson cloak covering his armor under it, which was also red. He wore a red scarf, red boots, red everything. He even had a red, cat-like mask, covering his face. He'd been many places, had always meant to come here. He had a 12'6" blade on his back, but it didn't look huge compared to him, for he was 8'9". He knocked loudly on the gates, saying nothing.[/b]

[b][i][u]Regret, forget.[/u][/i][/b] [b]The sun shined upon the dojo, and it's inhabitants as they trained, ate, talked or the likes. A gentle breeze moved through the Mountains, causing the leaves of the trees to sway in the wind. And then a sudden darkness filled the air, feelings of sorrow, regret, hate. A man was on the path towards the Dojo, an odd Musketeer like hat on his head. Some would recognize, others not. He approached, and his armor or rather, clothes seemed baggy and were completely black along with his hat. He looked up, a blond mustache obscuring most of his besides his blue eyes. He sighed to himself, continuing towards the Dojo as he drew a sword, then a second. The first was a crimson read, the second a sickening green. He slammed them into the ground and drew a third, fiddling with the blade. It seemed rather normal, and he pointed it at a figure that was on the path. [/b] "Move." [i]"Slayer of Aldrich. Keeper of Pontiff's soul. Bearer of the Firekeeper. Lord of Cinder. My lord, Kross."[/i] [b]The second figure dropped to one knee and the man apparently called Kross sighed deeply. He sheathed his three swords, walking over to the man[/b] "Who are you?" [i]"Hawkwood-"[/i] "The Deserter. The Dragonborne. The Dragon. I knew you looked familiar." [b]Hawkwood rose, extending a hand towards Kross, who shakes it. Kross walks past Hawkwood, continuing towards the Dojo as Hawkwood trails behind. The two approach, and the gates open, recognizing both as members. They entered the courtyard, and Kross looked around. [/b] "Missed this place." [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

Ken I hab ur Chromosones?

(In the courtyard, a glowing red sphere appears https://www.google.co.uk/search?client=ms-android-samsung&biw=360&bih=295&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=KIQTWPD3JoLVgAbco47gDg&q=glowing+red+blob&oq=glowing+red+blob&gs_l=mobile-gws-serp.3...21668.22213.0.22498.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0..0.0....0...1c.1j4.64.mobile-gws-serp..0.0.0.qY25wf5-Gf0#imgrc=I1E9waZVEQ-oyM%3A A voice sounds from it, it sounds french.) "Dimitri, that isn't what I told you to do." (Then another, younger, with a Russian accent.) "I'm trying, sir. It isn't working." "Then try [u]harder[/u]." (The blob expands, and becomes translucent, with a stern looking man and a boy inside, the boy seeming to medatate, and the man looking over him) "Dimitri, stop it." "I can't, sir!" (The bubble rapidly fluctuated, and finally pops. The man looks around, and seeing the fighting, forms a blue shield and shiriken, to defend himself and his student) "What ever you did, do it again. Get us out of here." "Of course, sir" [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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[b]A child is sitting, cross legged in the center of courtyard A1. They are jet black, and their hair is also jet black. Their hair spikes in all directions, swaying in the breeze. He wears a dusky gi, with a matching long-sleeved shirt under. He also has a brown monkey's tail. It is tied at its base, and goes around his waist. He wears no shoes. He sits happily, gazing into the sky.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b] جديد؟ أو القديم؟ [b] [i]the gates of the dojo[/i] A man ( https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=planetside+2+infiltrator&client=ms-android-samsung&biw=360&bih=559&tbm=isch&prmd=vin&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwijrcPdsfTPAhXCJ8AKHQJcDVMQ_AUIBigC&dpr=1.5#imgrc=eYva-OXkyDqPrM%3A ) Walked up to the gates of the dojo, knocking on the massive doors

[b]A giant meat grinder appears. It has a staircase leading into the top. It is labeled, [i]The Characters You Don't Wanna Use Anymore Go In Here[/i]! You guys know what to do.[/b]

[u]A Moment of Uncertainty[/u] [i]main courtyard[/i] *Quincy could be seen walking around in brown wool shorts, fiddling with an icicle* [spoiler]open for testing[/spoiler]

[b]The plaza was packed. People were standing, talking at eating together. It seems that some unnamed event was occurring. People were socialising and generally having a good time, whilst the several cafe's littered around the plaza were making a good deal of money.[/b] [b]A woman with black hair was standing around, talking to a thin, light haired man and his companion whom wielded a short cane with a dragon head. The man looked of Asian origin, similar to the golden dragon that mounted the green cane.[/b] [b]Then, suddenly, within the crowds a small gas bomb went off. The gas was black, with a hint of purple here and there. It quickly covered the entire plaza with the thick black smoke. People rushed into shops, covering their mouths and trying not to inhale the unknown substance that now plagued the air. The two men turned around to attempt to inspect the source of the gas, covering their mouthes with their sleeves. They couldn't see anything through the smoke, though. So they turned back and saw a purple-black figure dash towards the female companion, grabbing her in the process. The figure was nothing but a blur, although it was clear to see which direction it went in.[/b] [spoiler]Open. Vel's intro [/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Trial of Strength[/u][/i][/b] Inside courtyard B3, Phoenix can be seen exiting his ship, sorting out what weapons he will need for the fight with Alpha and what he could leave behind. [spoiler]Open for testing. This takes place before Phoenix captures Alpha, in case you were wondering. [/spoiler]

[u]A celebratory sandwich. And other assorted foods. [/u] [i]Dojo kitchen[/i] *Quincy was happily humming to some tune as he gracefully flew around the dojo kitchen, making his favorite sandwich. Bread, check. Lettuce, check. Tomato, check. Cucumber, check. Turkey, check. Mayo, check. and so on. A lot was on his mind, but he couldnt quite specify until conversation was prompted. He was definitely in a cooking mood though...*

[spoiler]Sorry I haven't really been active, had family problems, and have been writing the (not so) Epics of Mortar. I'll be more active later[/spoiler]

[b][i]Lawyers, Guns, and Money[/i][/b] [b]In the Woods Near the Dojo[/b] [i]The two armored figures moved quietly through the softly blowing snow to a large clearing in the woods. The field was flat, covered in snow, and beautiful in the moonlight. The larger of the two approached the center of the clearing, and lit a flare, pulled from his bandolier. Holding it low to the ground, he used it to melt the snow away, and after a moment, a strange metal device, a flat rectangular object could be seen, a pulsing red light and several buttons on it. Tossing the flare aside, he picked up the device, punching in something using the buttons. Tossing the device forwards about one hundred feet, he backed up, and in seconds, a rift had opened before him, and a large aircraft flew slowly out, a tiltrotor gunship, better known as a Vertibird. Coming forth from the rift, the craft was loud, its rotorwash kicking up debris and blowing snow all around. As it landed, the rear cargo bay opened, the ramp lowering to the ground. The other figure approached calmly as the larger one entered the rear of the aircraft, which was fully stocked with an immense array of weaponry, from grenades to rocket launchers to mininuke time bombs to rifles, handguns, and belt-fed machine guns. At the rear, a large belt-fed machine gun, an M2HB, was mounted as a rear door gun as well. There were also crates of supplies, medical gear and foodstuffs, along with plenty of alcohol and water. The other figure climbed aboard the craft, handing the larger one the strange remote-like device. [/i] Plan on heading in? [i]he asked.[/i] Yeah. Gotta get in someday. Wanna see how many people will buy sh*t from me. [i]he said, chuckling.[/i] [i]The hulking figure made his way forwards in the cargo bay, and began working the aircraft from a touch screen display on the wall behind the pilot's seat, which was occupied by a blow-up doll. In moments, the aircraft had lifted off from the ground and was above the trees. Flying forwards, it headed directly for the Dojo. From the gates, it was perhaps a terrifying sight, a large tiltrotor gunship with twin 30mm nose cannons, a nose-mounted Gatling laser, and a large shark's mouth painted on the front of the cockpit. [b]At the Dojo[/b] The aircraft thundered over the gates, and heads to an open spot amidst the courtyards, shifting its rotors so that it is hovering like a helicopter. From the bottom of the craft, the landing gear unfold like insectoid legs, the Vertibird setting down gently. Once on the ground, the craft powered down, and the rear ramp was opened, the hulking figure stepping out into the light. Now he was unmistakable. Alex Wilson stood in his full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. Behind him approached the other figure, who's identity was made clear as well In his full suit of armor, Jackson looked extremely imposing. The exosuit was painted matte black, with scratches and scrapes all across it, along with a few bullet ricochet marks. On his left leg, a large Bowie knife sat in its sheath. At his waist, a leather gunbelt, and at each of his hips, a .44 magnum, Smith and Wesson Model 629 Performance Center Specials. Magnum shells lined the gunbelt as well. Across his chest, a bandolier, with numerous tactical pouches used to store various items for any situation. His cloak was back, exposing both his shoulders and his helmet. On his left pauldron, a kukri was situated in its sheath, and on his right, five .50BMG rounds sat in a sidesaddle. The tip of his blade's hilt could be seen over his right shoulder, the stock of his Barrett M107A1 over his right. However, what stood out the most was the mask he wore. It fully covered his face and head, and the lenses of the eyes glowed an eerie blue. Like the armor, it was painted entirely black, save for three jagged white slashes across the right side, painted bright white. As Wolfe exited, Wilson headed back in, dragging out several crates loaded with weaponry and gear. Obviously he had plans to make a little money. His intentions were made clear when he brought out a cheap "Guns for Sale" sign, which was no more than a spray-painted piece of plywood.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]