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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
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
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106 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 11/10/2017 5:03:39 PM[b][u]A Titan, and a Box of Adorable[/u][/b] [i]Outskirts of Dojoville, 10:01[/i] Mason set down his box of 12 puppies and 12 kittens the Huntress gave him. He sat down with them, taking off the armor plating on his arms, and taking off his gloves. His Ghost transmatted the armor laying in the grass away. Mason sat down next to the box. He picked up one of the kittens. This one was completely black. Topaz did a quick scan, "Female, her breed is bombay." Mason held the kitten for a minute, "You're so cute...." "Oh my gosh, Mason. Why did you take the entire box?" "Because, they're adorable!" He sighed, nuzzling the little black kitten. "I'm gonna name you... Ouros!" He decided. The other kittens mewed. The puppies yapped. "Oh, I'll get to the rest of you in a minute," Mason said. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][spoiler][url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1nylJiM_Q8oOE_Q3hyZk0ET2IbzvzhKUSjP6FJZaaVxc/edit?usp=drivesdk]Mason's Puppers and Kittehs[/url][/spoiler]
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16 Replies[b][i]New Face...[/i][/b] [i]A new figure made his way up to the gates. He was a guardian, a Titan to be exact. His armor was primarily white with red. A rifle slung on his back and a submachine gun on his hip. As he walked he tossed a white baseball up and down. He laughed as he talked with his ghost. He walked slowly, trying to take in the rest of the scenery. Getting a good look at the land around him. Once he made it to the gate, he paused for a moment.[/i] “Ghost, what do you think this place is? Looks cool and all, cooler than home. Hopefully we meet some new people for once.” [i]The ghost nodded in agreement. And the Titan knocked on the gate, waiting for an answer.[/i] [spoiler]Open, new character.[/spoiler]
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[b][i]Batting Practice...Literally.[/i][/b] [i]For quiet a while the sound of a bat hitting a baseball could be heard. A Titan near the wall continually hit the same baseball near or over a part of the dojo wall. His ghost would transmit the ball back to a small machine that would pitch it to the Titan. The Titan continually talked with his ghost as he practiced.[/i] “You know, I wonder how long I can do this before someone gets pissed, like that time a hit a Warlock in the head with that curveball. He was mad, but who cares. But this spot is perfect, Wall is just far and high enough, nice flat field, what could go wrong?” [i]The ghost just floated in silence and nodded at what the Titan said.[/i] “But at least now I have time to hit, baseball is surely the best sport.” [i]The Titan then began to ramble on again about how much he loved the sport. [/i] [spoiler]open, boredom post. [/spoiler]
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4 RepliesEdited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/10/2017 8:30:28 PMAlright, reply to this if you're heading into the plot's council. [b]Current Participants[/b]: •Me (Orno) •Emperinos •Royal •Pants •JT (Possibly) •Cthulhu
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34 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 11/10/2017 4:17:27 AM[b][i][u]SplashSap (Splash X Asap) is now an official ship! They have accepted it![/u][/i][/b] Welcome the new couple in the Dojo!
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64 Replies"Uhh...burned to ash town? Check. Sounds of gunfire in the background? Check. This place might as well be renamed to sh*tstorm...." In front of the games now stood a boy wearing a large black trench coat, grey baggy sweat pants, and hiking boots. His green eyes were covered by expensive looking sunglasses as he smirked at the gate in a confident manner. "Can't wait to have a good ol'time." [spoiler] Open. Short. New character somewhat bound to reality.[/spoiler]
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14 RepliesEdited by Crrowly: 11/8/2017 3:06:12 AM[quote][b]Live News on Television:[/b][/quote][i]This just in. A robot has recently been spotted terrorizing countless cities in Ollimand. Law enforcement hasn’t been standing a chance against this monstrosity. Thousands could die....[/i] “That sounds like something that could be fun to beat the shit out of,” Ainsley commented to himself as he stood up. He holstered his revolver and equipped his brass knuckles, electricity already beginning to flicker on his body. He’d need help though, that much was certain. And so, he looked around the Dojo lounge, for anybody else whose interests had been caught by this news broadcast.[spoiler]Open, boss fight. The fight will be tailored to the amount of participants, so feel free to go solo, only with Ainsley, or with a group.[/spoiler]
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62 Replies[b][u]Dimensional Invader Dojo woods 9:00 PM[/u][/b] [i]The cool air of the evening swept through the trees, causing the leaves to rattle across the ground. Not a soul was nearby under the dark trees as the fabric of space was suddenly shattered. A bright yellow light broke through the darkness and shined very brightly. The light was followed by thundering noises from the portal forming. The loud crackling noises calmed and so did the light, but they were followed by another sight, which was much more disturbing. A disgusting mass of tentacles poured through the wormhole, writhing about, touching everything around them. There also came a noise from whatever owned the tentacles, screaming and kissing as it pulled itself through the portal. Finally after, a few moments of struggling, the thing had pulled itself through. The portal behind it slowly started to close. The creature that came out was a gruesome monster, tentacles hung down from its fleshy, red body. The body and tentacles were covered in tiny sharp spikes. Its head hung like a small ball of flesh with piercing red and black eyes on it. The mouth beak under the tentacles and head carried razor sharp teeth and very powerful saliva. This creature was Myurethio, the tentacle monster, and now he finally managed to enter our world. He gazed around at his surroundings, and the tentacles felt nearby items at the same time. Myur levitated and floated through the forest slowly, examining the environment and organisms surrounding him, then stared back at the closing portal. A satisfied grow exited his mouth as he watched it close, although he knew it might’ve attracted attention of local sentient life. He moved carefully, watching for others nearby.[/i] [spoiler]Open, intro[/spoiler]
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16 Replies[b]Fun and Games[/b] [u]Time: evening Location : Marcella's house [/u] [i]In the middle of the woods sat a house with smoke coming from its chimney as several excited voices could be heard from inside laughing and chatting. The door to the house was open to any at that point. Inside was several familiar faces all sitting around a table playing cards and drinking. The people there were marcella, Sylvie, kimi, Keira melody, xexa, lizzie and rarely seen sammi cause she work. But they were pretty much chatting at that point not expecting anyone else to show up but they did they would be welcome.[/i] (Open)
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230 Replies[b]Practice Makes Imperfect Tatakoi Plains, 6:00 Natalie "Nat" Elidan[/b] [i]"Breathe. Five seconds in, three seconds out. Repeat it. Feel it. Feel the heavy breaths, feel the weight behind them. Feel it pull them down on your lungs like rocks." Natalie's hand guided the staff in her hand. She felt the weapon running along the length of her arm, across her back. She saw the head of it pointed at the tree downwind from her, the glowing purple crystal staring at the bark like a dog stared down a treat. She saw the tree restlessly rustle, the leaves falling gracefully onto the grassy ground below them. It was calming, a state much like a trance that she put herself into. The tree shook violently as it slipped out of the ground, snaking it's roots up and into the air above it. Then with a spin of her staff, Natalie brought it to the front side of her person and sent the tree flying somewhere behind her. It skidded to a halt on the ground maybe fifteen feet away, and she held the staff with either hand now. The power in her weapon felt living, it felt strong. She lifted it once more and sent it flying into the air now, like an eagle soaring high. It hit an eagle, funnily enough, which made Natalie laugh at the comparison. The tree came crashing down to earth a moment later although a burst of energy knocked it off the path, sending it flying outwards and away from Nat like a baseball when hit by a big, invisible bat. [/i] ((Open))
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12 Replies[u]An unconventional pursuit of knowledge[/u] Gerald knew, up there, somewhere in space the beast, the Fenrir was drifting. It's appetite as insatiable as any dog. There was already a planet missing in the sky and there would be many more missing if he just sat by idle. Alas he knew his chances at forming a large group willing to help his cause was unlikely. He was, for his own reasons, considered untrustworthy giving his nature as a time correcting serial killer. He couldn't blame people for thinking that way. Gerald had his way of correcting things even if some would disagree with his methods. Perhaps that is why he was preparing to trek the mountain side in search of a cave containing what he believed would be the answer to his delema. A way to finally finish the mistake he made so many eternities ago. [spoiler]Open. Not a plot (yet)[/spoiler]
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17 Replies[b][u]Writer's Block[/u][/b] [i]A small township in Illinois[/i] A writer sat on her bed, Asus tablet in hand, wondering what to type. Or who to reply to. Cannon wasn't replying in pms, so any alt timeline spin-off Finnarah was at a hault. Royal had no interest nor characters to reply to recent return of a favorite character. Bakon was probably as bored as she was. And the writer was stumped on what to do. She ran through a mental list of characters. Chase? No, he wandering the forests at the base of the Ollimund Mountains, waiting for literally anyone to help him start a village. Mason? It had been a while. No, that would mean him moping about his dead wife in a post. Mark? Nope. Stranded in a Desert. The chick with a name longer than the equator? Nope. Mia? Nah. Not right now. Maybe... just maybe... Kali? What would a silent Warlock who loves reading do? The thought took shape.[spoiler]Closed[/spoiler] [b][u]A Character Suffering From Writer's Block[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Library, 02:54[/i] Kalianna sat in the library, her Raven Sheath helmet rested on the table. Her soft, pale, periwinkle skin marked her as an Awoken. Her white blonde hair trickled over her face like a stream over rocks, obscuring her face and and violet eyes. She was staring down at a piece of paper, her head hovering over it, a pencil resting to her left. She heaved a sigh, leaning back, her head moving as her eyes rested in the ceiling. The strands of hair fell away from her face. She looked barely legal. Bags had gathered under her eyes. Her ghost, that was just as pale and blue as she was, appeared. The Ghost's female voice was loud compared to the silent library, "You can't think of anything, can you?" The Awoken responded. Her voice as soft as her hair. "No, Hygie," Kali replied. She had grown used to calling her Ghost this. It was much quicker than the long, inconvenient, [i]Hydrangea[/i]. "Well, you like plants, don't you? Write something about plants," Hydrangea suggested. "Yeah, you try coming up with a plot involving plants," Kali challenged, with some anger. "You've been at this for 12 hours, give it a rest, Kalianna. Get some sleep." [i]Sleep.[/i] The word rang through her head. [i]Sleep.[/i] "No," Kali replied, "Sleep is for the weak."[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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33 Replies[b]Woods outside of Dojoville. Alpha 9:30 AM[/b] [i]"I'd Recommend we kill the Arrowhead crew......." "You killed my son! For what? Money!......."[/i] No. Can't think on that. Alpha shook her head, trying to keep herself on-task. A dufflebag laid by her side, open to reveal a bunch of disembodied gun parts. In her hand, a simple notepad. The schematics to a gun of sorts was being sketched out. A groan, and then the page is obscured as the book is closed. She put it away, looking ahead. She was in a forest, sitting on a branch during this. Getting away from the fighting and the politics and the goddamned shitshow that was the Dojo......it helped. If only so much. After hearing a stretching of sorts, she looked back to notice she was crushing the book in her hand. She stopped, of course, but sighed. It coursed through her like a venom. Her own past, her identity, it poisoned her. A Monster she was. Her deeds, her lies her truth All of it, monstrous. That couldn't last, could it? The evidence she had pointed to the contrary. She was nothing else but a monster, and it would never change. Even now, she was working on a tool of war. A weapon. So much so, nothing else went into her mind. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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Edited by ookshmook: 11/7/2017 9:13:48 PMThere are many ways of getting out of a gun being pointed at you. You can sneakily distract the man with the gun, perhaps drawing their attention to a nearby scene of wildlife, or draw conversation away from the gun so that They forget what they were doing. You could do the more direct approach, and attempt to take them by surprise. You could even befriend them, and gain the moral high ground. It is not, however, advisable to shout at them while making aggressive hand gestures. "DON'T YOU F*CKING DARE TRY AND SHOOT ME, YOU F*CKING DICK, I DON EVEN HAVE ANY MONEY ON ME." the man with the gun was somewhat confused, to say the least, but he went for the safe option and squeezed the trigger, only to find the bullet unsatisfyingly evaporate, hitting a shield of plasma projected by a metal cylinder man was holding. "You're a f*cking asshole, you know that?" The next thing the man with the gun experienced was a very fast-moving, very metal staff hitting the side of his head. Cravis looked down at the unconscious bandit and raised his middle finger. "F*ck you." [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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32 RepliesEdited by NightBloomsFell: 11/7/2017 5:49:14 PM[b]The Ancient Mage or should i say witch?[/b] [u]Location: Outskirts of woods Time: late evening [/u] [i]At a makeshift campsite of one Azalea Frost sits the woman alone sitting with her staff always within grabbing distance. She in herself was just shrouded in mystery as she had no clear ties to the place or so it seems. but that's her business alone as she really even talk to anyone very much. She was fairly pretty and youthful looking despite her being a lot older than a lot of them here. She was about 6'5" in height with a thin slender build that made look like not much of a threat. She had bright emerald green eyes that stare at her book by the light fire. She had light blue skin a clear sign she wasn't human at all. She had very long hair going down to her waist it was fiery red but had streaks of silver in her showing that she indeed is old. She sat wearing her long grey cloak , light blue tunic and black pants. She sat there as she read humming a strange melody lost to the ages of time itself. It seemed to be a calming song to something from her past she could never forget. She had sighed though when she had heard someone walking. She hadn't grabbed her staff just yet but she had a hand on her dagger as she looked to see who was there. [/i] [spoiler]open bored[/spoiler]
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2 Replies"Fear does not exist, in this Dojo!"
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I''m just gonna put this here as a placeholder
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142 Replies[b][u]BANG! BANG![/u][/b] [b]The Huntress was in the middle of a courtyard. It didn't matter where at all, it just mattered that it was green, grassy, and flat. There were sheets of metal protruding from the ground, makeshift cover that Huntress herself had put up. She knew what she wanted from the place, and was about to tell it to the world. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she made her claims.[/b] "Zere is one zing I vanted from zis place! I vanted to kill some vucking vampires! Zat is vat I came to zis place vor! I also came here to be here vith ze Vampire Hunter, but he's too busy crying in our varehouse to do jack shit! So, I offer an invitation!" [b]She pulls a very, very large gun from her back. Her black, leather gloves clutch around the barrel and stock, the gun being about six feet long. It was a .950 sniper rifle, scope removed. Explosive rounds set inside it, and the receiver was modified to be semi-automatic. This causes massive recoil, but an insane amount of killing power. She puts the stock to the ground, and puts a hand on her hat. She throws it into the now-gathering crowd. Her normally blue eyes are a pale green now, and filled with frustration and rage. Her skin was sickly pale, her lips turned into a hateful scowl.[/b] "If you vant to have a real vucking vight, come ze vuck at me! One-on-one!" [b]She picks her gun back up with both hands, and brings it down on her knee. It splinters into tiny shards of polymer and metal.[/b] "No bullshit! No powers, no abilities, no ranged veapons! Melee combat only! If you try to pull zome bullshit, my friend, ze Priest, has a vew vords vor you! So, somebody, come ze vuck at me! To ze death!" [spoiler]Open. First fight post in a while. Or you could try and talk her down. Probably won't work.[/spoiler]
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5 RepliesGarin sat back in his chair and puffed on his cigar. It was a high quality cigar too, flavored with cherry. Not that shite that was like cardboard. What was weird was how he got it. He didn't buy, or steal it, or any of that. He smuggled it, weapons, illegal literal aliens, and slaves (among other things) through over 1,000 light years of maximum security territory. Garin chuckled as the memory of his first smuggling op came back to him. "Shouldn't be long now... Where are they?" [spoiler]*chuckles in knowledge of future events*[/spoiler]
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21 Replies[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][b]Remains of Dojoville, 1312 hours[/b] [i]”Ey, runt.” “I ain’t no runt! You can fuсk right off, ye bunch of cu–“ “Whoa there, runt. You better watch ya mouth. Wouldn’ wanna lose any of them tiny teeth ye got there, eh?”[/i] The scene flashed before his eyes, replacing his current situation. There was a group of bigger kids. Tougher. Ganging up on him, the short, gangly wimp. A situation couldn’t get more cliché than that, and he wondered why he had to be the victim in said cliché. But a cry of pain tore Ainsley away from his memories, enlightening him to what was going on around him. With his left hand, he was clutching the neck of man in his mid twenties. Both hands were wearing a brass knuckle, two of the same pair. Each knuckle was black, hard, and heavy. Ainsley’s right hand was raised above his shoulder, poised to deliver a punch to the man’s face. The face in question was already bloodied and bruised. The nose looked to be broken, and the skin had turned purple long ago. There was blood on Ainsley’s right knuckle to show for it. [i]What did this guy do, again?[/i] He questioned himself. Why was he beating the living daylights out of him? Did he do something wrong? Or... did he just enjoy the feeling of his fist connecting with something that would get hurt? Ainsley grit his teeth. It was difficult to tell. Ainsley threw one last punch at the already unconscious man, then shoved him onto the ground. Beating a random person up served no purpose. A purpose was something he needed. The man looked up from the person he’d just beaten, taking in the scenery. His own dark brown hair was matted with sweat, and perspiration was drenching his lightly tanned skin. His built was a muscular, athletic one, 5’11” in height. It was the standard build of a fighter. In addition to the knuckles he wore on his fists, Ainsley had a .36 caliber revolver holstered at his left side. The weapon was painted white and gold, an appealing color scheme, with a thin, long barrel. There were two things that marked Ainsley as somebody who wasn’t your average street fighter. Firstly, his eyes. They were about as unnatural as they could get. He lacked distinctly colored pupils; instead, his irises were entirely opal colored. Electric blue, with various other bright colors swirling within them. Google opal if you can’t quite picture it. The second thing that made Ainsley stand out was the electric aura that emanating from him. He exuded electricity, which was not only felt, but also seen; sparks of blue lightning flickered around his body. Anybody who got physically near him would feel the electricity pulsing through them. Ainsley was standing in the middle of Dojoville. Or what was Dojoville, before it was burnt to ashes. Now, it was filled with dozens of other men like Ainsley–fighters. Many were battling over the remains and loot in Dojoville, but not Ainsley. No, he was just there to beat people up for the fun of it. Another man hurled his fist at Ainsley from his right side. Ainsley, having been caught off guard, staggered to the left, but only for a fraction of a second was he vulnerable. He quickly spun towards the offender, a grin on his face as he threw a punch towards the man’s chest. The two of them entered a heated brawl, which ended with Ainsley slamming his right fist right into the other man’s nose. All this fighting was bound to attract some attention.
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10 Replies[i]”An Aussie’s New Thing”\[/i] “[i]Day 87, Journal Entry One. This place is weird. I seriously don’t know what year I’m in, even now, and last time I remember, I somehow wasted half my Luger bullets on some game. Haven’t seen any damning Ottos or fellow Aussies around here. People keep telling me there’s no such thing as the Ottoman Empire, but...[/i]” “Gah, f*** mate! Forgot what I was gonna say!” Marcus yelled to himself, sitting against one of the many trees surrounding the Dojo. [url=https://s3.amazonaws.com/mgm-content/sites/armslist/uploads/posts/2011/01/10/84539_01_iver_johnson_m1_carbine_30_car_640.jpg]He had what looked to be some type of future American weapon[/url] nearby, alongside his Luger and his wrench. He had avoided pretty much everything that had happened within the last few months, and had mostly sat down, waiting for someone to talk to...or shoot, didn’t exactly matter. [spoiler]Open. I’m a little bored. Fight, or talk. Whatever.[/spoiler]
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339 RepliesEdited by Stitch: 11/5/2017 11:51:00 PM[url=http://www.example.com]Look Who's Back![/url] ...we're f*cked. "Ahh! The Dojo! So nice to see you again!" Iso's redhead daughter, Traci, walked up to the gates with a smile. She had on a black cloak, white skirt, stockings, and a red backpack. "Anyone still alive in there?!" She giggled, seeming to be as much of an innocent school girl as ever. Her long red pigtails bounced up and down. [spoiler]Open! Bringing back some fun randomness to the Dojo.[/spoiler]
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32 Replies"A World of Hell and Sin." [b]Dojo Outskirts. 2200 =====================[/b] "You said this place was somewhat intact" A woman spoke, yelling towards one of her many followers. One responded, a woman; "Well, I was wrong. Its evacuated, which means we have plenty of time to go ahead and loot it all." Smirking then, the leader gestured for the party to move forward. With Dojo in a chaotic and oppressed time, it left it all ripe for the taking, and several groups of bandits had taken that into consideration. One group in particular went after the rich side of town, knowing it was a risk, but knew it was also abandoned. The upper class of any city would evacuate to summer homes and the like, not wanting to be caught up in it all. Nikkei took advantage of it, and brought along her entire band of thieves and bandits, which went under the simple name of "Damnation". Motioning to Rose, she sent the second half of the group forward. Rose being her second in command, as well as significant other, she trusted the the girl with the task. Leading them forward, Rose was easily identifiable, mostly because of the tattoo on her right arm; a sword pointed down from her towards her elbow, graced in vines with small thorns, at the bottom read the word "Thorn" in Latin. Dressed to match the already [i]pointy[/i] tattoo, she wore a sleeveless vest over a similar white shirt, black pants and boots. Short, pixie cut auburn hair, and silver eyes laced with specks of red, an odd but amazing mutation. Motioning for a few to go forward, she held her rifle in hand, a trick weapon capable of either its standardized rifle form, short sword, or a short spear. All that was needed was for this haul to go off without a hitch, but everyone knew it wouldn't. Mansions wouldn't be left unprotected, alarms and safety systems all linked to the NHPD. They where ready however. Leaving the main street of the entire neighborhood, Rose lead the group towards a mansion marked [i]3347[/i], its address. Stark whiter with gilded doorknobs and fancified glass windows, the whole thing was dark on the inside, driveways empty of everything aside from a few cars left behind. No chimneys or other ways in where seen, which means the standard method of either picking or breaking a lock, or a window. That would be a- "ROSE! Backdoor, its unlocked!" -not a challenge. Going around the back, the man that yelled it wasn't wrong. Opening the door, she went inside, and then motioned for the others to follow. Now is where the fun began. Ten or so people began carrying all sorts of items out, ranging from Tv's to consoles, computers and other expensive items, even the doorknobs. Nothing that was valuable would be left behind, Rose made sure of it. It took an hour to go through the entire house, and by the end it was just about stripped bare of valuables. It wouldn't be destroyed or torched, yet left barren instead. With it over, the small party had enough to last months in cash and loot, but they wouldn't stop there. The next night they would be back, but it all depended on how Nikkei's side of it went. Raising a hand held radio, Rose hailed her lover, needing an answer in a hushed whisper. Even if it was empty, it was a force of habit not to make noise. "Nick, house is done, heading back to the Rig, how's you're end." Silence ensued for a bit, before Rose repeated it. Then a bit longer before worry set in did Nikkei reply. "House is looted, John set off an alarm, police will be here soon. 15 minutes, we need to go." Nodding to no one in particular, she hit a button on radio, which let a beep be heard on Nikkei's end for confirmation. Waving a hand in a circular motion, a few people echoed the order, silence was needed now and caution to be taken. The looted supplies dragged off to a massive semi truck, looking decked for war and towing a massive trailer. The massive vehicle was farther down the street in a round-about, for each exit. On it they set about all the loot. Strapping it down and laying out blankets and ways to protect valuables. Ten minutes went by then, before the first of Nikkei's party showed up, carrying a few valuables. Slowly the rest appeared, and began laying it all out on the trailer. The rest of the space on it taken up by a lot of the same loot as Rose's group brought. Another item followed as well; only heard at first, as the sound of a V8. Rose knew already who brought it, and went to greet the blond bombshell that she called a lover. Nikkei's face sat behind the glass of the driver side, beaming in a wide grin, rolling down the window of the cherry red Ferrari. "Found the keys on the dining room table, decided it wouldn't be too hard to take." Grinning wildly, she stepped from it, the door opening in a suicide style, waving for Rose to get in, and then Nikkei spoke again. "Something to match you're colorful name, I guess. Just don't trash the thing yet." In a look of awe and shock, Rose ran her hands across the interior detailing; leather and engraved in some places. Speaking then; "You know, this is why I love you. The small gifts always make it worth while~" They both grinned, and then Rose pushed Nikkei away, to get going. "Get going you, make sure Sammy doesn't crash the rig." Beaming like a kid given candy, Nikkei left, and then Rose closed the door. Taking out the parking brake, and shooting her foot down, the engine purred and then roared like a lion, and the brown haired girl grinned. What no one realised, was the sirens in the distance. [spoiler]Intro or something I guess, feel free to intervene as part of or working with the police, or help in the little raid.[/spoiler]
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18 RepliesEdited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/4/2017 1:52:24 PM[b][u]Intermission[/u][/b] [spoiler]Reply to this post if you wish to be included in the council in the next chapter, with whichever characters, your reasoning, and why they would be there in the first place. Those that are already hopping in don't have to reply, lol.[/spoiler] Link to Chapter One: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/236781436/0/0/1
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96 Replies[i][b]A bar somewhere around the Dojo.[/b][/i] [b][i]As time went on, the weather had begun to get colder. This led many to seek refuge from certain temperatures, with some seeking warmth not in the building, but the bottle. The bar was its usual business today, as men and women sat chatting and drinking. They came from all walks of life, as another patron joined them. A female by the name of Eris Favas She entered the bar, a slight grin on her face as she had become a bit more comfortable in public. She though she did still keep a good deal of herself covered, she had begun to show a bit more. Her pants were harem style, not form fitting but more traditional where she came from, looking good on someone of her body. They stopped about midway on the calf, the bottom half revealing the coverings on her legs, her toes being bare and visible. For a shirt, this was more form fitting as it hugged her waist and core area closer, being sleeveless. The pants were intricately designed, looking like this: https://imgur.com/a/BKgHf except less baggy in the groin section, while the shirt was a darker green and relatively undecorated, except for an obi style wrap around her waist. She moved over t the bar; the covering on her arm shown as she rested her arms on the table, ordering a drink.[/i][/b] [spoiler] open. Here's a few helpful links: Obi wrap: https://imgur.com/a/5lNT2 [/spoiler]
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