[b]Dojo Gates // 11:59 AM // JT & Natalie. [/b] [i] "It's just up ahead Nat, come on." The old cowboy grunted as he stepped up the stone path to the Dojo's gates. It was funny, normally his bones would be tired from walking at his age, although because of his legs being carbon fibre and steel he didn't have any troubles, aside from stepping lightly so the springs in his legs don't make him jump. Nonetheless though, he slowly pushed ahead to the top of the stairs, as the wind blew against him to push the lightly shaded brown duster back, which in turn sent specks of dust and dirt from his jacket and off into the air behind him. JT wasn't a lightly armoured and equipped figure, even though only one weapon from his usual loadout was visible on him. A single shotgun rests on his back, held in place by a strap reaching from behind the second trigger on his stockless shotgun to a small clip between the bottom of the second and third barrels. A rack of twelve gauge rounds rests on his torso, each encased in lead due to the radioactive and deadly uranium inside. His dark grey shells and black bandolier looked strange in comparison to his emerald green jumpsuit beneath the duster, which was accented with black around the collar and wrists, though the ankles were hidden by his brown boots that matched the hat he wore atop his head. JT's cyan blue eyes darted ahead as he scratched his white beard with his left hand, which was a skeletal prosthetic with the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix resting on the forearm. The woman trailing behind him looked nothing like her well aged father, despite being his child. Natalie wasn't an astounding six-foot-three like her dad was, she wasn't a Cyborg that was half-machine, she was a normal human. Albeit with the gift of teleportation and levitation of objects, that is. Her raven black hair flowed beautifully along her back as the onyx shaded leather armour matched her hair almost flawlessly, and the hood and mask on her head remained off and on her back. The emerald green eyes of the female figure trailed the father as a smirk fell on her face, and merry thoughts of her in the far future came to her. She thought about training, and what her father would get her to know. Natalie's right hand rested on the hilt of her sword which remained in its carbon fibre sheath, and an array of throwing knives, a switchblade, a karambit knife, a neck knife, a switchblade, a shuriken and a key-shaped knife rested on her belt, the polished blue colour maintaining a gleam as the light from the sun hits it. "I'd ask how far it is, but..." Natalie trailed off as her eyes came upon the massive walls of the Dojo, alongside the gate that remained there. A smile came to both her face and JT's, though JT's smile was noticeably wider. He was a lieutenant at this place, where the Martyr Phoenix once trained, where Alexander Wilson fought many combatants, and where a library of knowledge remained in his room, in the most literal sense. He had been working on compiling all the available data on the place for months. "You like the place?" JT asked his daughter. "It's alright." Nat replied, as her eyes wandered along the cleaned walls. She thought it would be fun to climb it at nights and stare off into the surrounding areas. "Come on, you'll love it, there's even a Starbucks." JT informed off his daughter as he arrived at the gate, and placed his right hand on it. His flesh-coloured carbon fibre prosthetic pushed the door open as Courtyard B2 was revealed to the pair of them, and either one walked in. "Holy shit..." Natalie responded as her eyes opened widely upon spotting the interior of the massive location, and her mouth was left agape. JT's hands were on the hips of his hands in that moment as his gaze scanned the Dojo all around, and a smile rested on his face. "Welcome home." [/i] ((Open))