THE DOJO

[b]Lost and Found[/b] [u]Time: evening Location: dojo[/u] "Aiyanna... come here where are you?''says Talath [i]Talath is seen walking out and about with aiyanna's leash in hand. But something is clearly wrong as is heard calling her name and whistling for her. Apparently she has gone missing as very urgent look on his face like he was really worried about her. Which couldnt be first time he has had. But there was very good reason for as he noticed becoming more and more uncomfortable lately and generally more irritated. Which he knew the reason why that why he want to find her. As he is heard whistling for her still. [/i] "Damn where is she."says talath [b]elsewhere...[/b] [i]aiyanna was actually a lot closer than one might think as she had dug a big hole underneath a large porch a few days ago and was now there hiding in the hole she had dug for herself. But oddly enough anyone that would been smart enough to look in the under the porch would find aiyanna curled up around something protecting it. But thing was she had heard talath but wasn't listening because of six small black and grey somethings she was curled up around and had exhausted look to her. As she could still hear talath nearby though still.[/i] [spoiler]open for wehb[/spoiler]

[b][u]Puma's Secret[/u][/b] [i]Near Ollimand, 22:30[/i] Chase sat in front of his campfire, a bucket of water next to him. His tent (Aka, a pitched tarp over a tall, metal spit) was behind him. He had a sleeping bag in the tent. His puma, sat next to him. The spit over his fire was empty. Chase picked up the bucket of water, "Alright Tigress, I might hit the sack, in this cold tent." He poured the bucket of water over the fire, putting it out. "Puma... keep working on keeping out the fire." "I will, Chase," his Ghost promised. Chase crawled into his tent, "Good night, Puma." "Good night, Chase," Puma replied, "Sleep well my Titan." "Good night, Tigress," he told is big cat. Tigress purred, laying next to him. Chase got into his sleeping bag. Puma transmatted a pillow under his head. The black-haired Titan fell asleep. Tigress walked out the tent. After she did this, the puma would writhe in pain for a few minutes, as the puma would shapeshift. Tigress had turned into an Awoken. An Awoken Huntress wearing Frumious Hunter armor and no helmet. She had a pale magenta skin, light blue eyes, and deep cobalt hair. "He's asleep, right?" She asked. "Yes, he's asleep," Puma said, "Why?" "You know I don't want him to find out," she replied. "Vanessa... I'd to like say I'm sorry. When I first revived you in your puma form... I thought I had ressurected you as a mistake. I had no idea you were a shapeshifter." "Hopefully, that taught you a lesson," Vanessa replied, "Never judge a book by its cover." "I know... But why do you hide it?" "Puma.... if something followed you around, like a pet for years, only to turn out to be not what they thought, what would you think?" "Everything would be so confusing and I would question everything." "Exactly," Vanessa replied. She looked up to the stars through the branches. Her escape to the stars had made her an Awoken. Her eyes began to wonder. Space was the final frontier. One day, she was going to explore it. [spoiler]Open. You didn't see this plot twist coming.[/spoiler]

[b]Target Practice[/b] There would be a lone shooter at the gun range, just outside the dojo walls. It was makeshift and humble, but the range was effective for anyone who was wanting to learn how to fire a gun. The shooter had on ear plugs, as well as the clear plastic goggles that hugged to his pale face and protected his bright blue eyes. Cain Coldbourne seemed to be making the steps necessary into modern warfare, it seemed. The tall ashen haired warrior fired off the rounds from the colt 1911 in his hand. It was factory made, and far from special. It seemed that it was one of the training pistols provided for those who didn’t have such weapons. So he fired, and then fired again. His stance was firm, his aim mostly still. As the humanoid shaped paper target slid on its rail back towards him, he let out a sigh as he looked at his results. From the 12 Bullets he shot, he fired eight around the arms and legs, which got closer with every bullet hole to centre. One was in the neck of the figure, while the last three were circling the centre of the humanoid target, just around the area the heart would place itself where this a real human being. Cain let off a huff, before ejecting the magazine and grabbing the box of nearby Bullets. He began to load the mag, leaning up against the table he stood behind before to rest as he did. [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[b][i]Wh*re of Babylon...[/i][/b] [b][i]Dojoville, late afternoon...[/i][/b] [b][i]Recently, there had been a spike in crimes of the lustful sort: forced intercourse, public ‘shows of affection’ that sort. A woman sat at an abandon café, no one around at this hour as she saw her next target. A man, younger looking, maybe in his early twenties at maximum, though probably closer to 19. As he walked past, she began to follow him, her features shifting to the man’s ideal partner: the petite feminine body replaced by a bulkier masculine one, with dark skin and short dirty blonde hair. He wore now a black shirt and blue jeans, white running shoes. The first man made a series of turns, leading the second man to a very secluded location. Just what he wanted. Or rather, the two men waiting in ambush.[/i][/b] “Hey!” [b][i]Said the now darker skinned man, a Lust Demon, trying to get the firsts attention, but he only ran. Instead, two others stepped out, clad in black leather armour with swords at their sides.[/i][/b] “Stay right where you are, Demon.” [b][i]One said, a native looking man with darker skin and long hair. He held a tomahawk in his hand. His companion was a younger man, Chinese from looks with short, pitch black hair and jade Green eyes, a sword in his own.[/i][/b] [b][i]The Demon let out a screech as it transformed into the state shown in the picture, 3 small Imps joining it. The Chinese man began to fight off these creatures, his small one handed blade becoming a two handed Dao style sword. The other man’s tomahawk became a Battleaxe as he fought the hag in front of him, sidestepping clawswipes as she partied his own blows. Eventually he scored a hit, slamming the axe into the Hag’s arm, before drawing it out, dodging a lunge attack from it. He spun, slamming the axe blade through her neck to kill it. A few moments after the three imps had been defeated by the Chinese man, the native speaking to him. [/i][/b] Tokota: “You were slow.” [b][i]He said, clearly older than his companion. He had grey in his hair and his face showed age.[/i][/b] Qun: “Hey, we tracked her down and we killed her. That’s what matters.” Tokota: “Yes, And 7 people died because you weren’t faster.” [b][i]He said, snapping his head to the side as he heard something, readying his axe.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open. Crap post but meet some Reapers...[/spoiler]

[b]THE Red breacher[/b] Some random woods . [b]lysanther, the Archmage, was sneakin through the woods outside of the dojo. In his stay at the dojo he as visited theses woods a lot of times, usually for walks, or to get away from the world. But today he was here for a different reason. He detected a huge magical energy signal in theses woods, a portal from a different world, lysanthers world. Lysanther was waiting for the unexpected arrival, unsure if it was a friend or foe. Lysanther suddenly sees a man in the distance. He was wearing a rad robes, he had a neatly cut brown beard, and had no hair on his head because instead of hair, he had a tattoo that clearly marked him as a wizard of thay. Lysanther sighed and approached the man[/b] “Greetings uninvited human, what are you doing here, in this realm” lysanther cried out. “Do I know you? I recognize your voice” the red wizard said “I am lysanther the Archmage” “Ah that annoying young brat, the one who declined our invitation. It’s not every day that you are invited to join the red wizards, but you had to be like your foolish hero’s in those story books you read, grow up” the red wizard scolded “ insulting, by when offered to join such a vile evil, I choose to decline” lysanther replied. [b]suddenly a arrow of acid shot out of the red wizards hand, and the elven mage just disappeared. The red wizard felt a lightning bolt in his magical shield, but didn’t take any damage. The red wizard tried to strike lysanther down with magical bolts, but the elf kept teleporting, so he got a better idea. Cords of magical energy leaped from the ground at lysanther, tying him to the ground.[/b] “Silly elf, you think you could beat me with your disappearing act, once I rid of you, I will get ally’s from the abyss and thay to concur this realm for the glory of the red wizards. And then.... oh shhhh...” [b]the red wizard said, seeing six glowing arcane bolts in lysanthers hands. The bolts went flying at the red wizard. He managed to shield them with magic, moving his hands in the air, the red wizard launched lysanther in the air, teleporting the elf away [/b] “That was easier than i thought” [b]the red wizard said, and then he froze, hearing a stick snap behind him, turning around the wizard saw.....[/b] [spoiler]and that’s where you come in. open for interactions, but this is my first one of theses post, so not to many at the time. Also if you are a futuristic soldier with a gun thinking to one shot this guy, think again.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Payment[/u][/b] Zane would end up travelling to a familiar village in the nozama mountains, the same village that held the great library known as the arcanum. Bakers contractor was here, and Zane had offered to clear up any misunderstanding that would arise due to the...complications, of the contract. With the old man baker had sleeping for the vast duration the drive was six hours to get to the sage like town. The two would arrive in front of an inn, were the crazy man was put in a bag for concealment. It was a single story building, clearly meant for just a few travellers to stay. [spoiler]Zane[/spoiler]

[i][b]Yet Another Interaction Post because Sapphire Needs Friends[/b][/i] [b][i]Some Coffee Shop[/i][/b] [i][b]2:45 PM[/b][/i] *Sapphire sat alone in a coffee shop located somewhere in Dojoville. It was some weird hipster coffee place that was also a bicycle shop, because that’s a thing for some reason. Though Sapphire did not think much of the concept, she had heard decent reviews and so she decided to check it out.* *She sat alone in a two-seat table, sipping away at her decaf coffee. A few people gave her strange looks every now and then. Surprisingly it was not because she was a tiger person, but rather because she just didn’t look like she fit in.* (Open)

Accidental Not-actually-a-betrayal Garin sat at the bar of the Arrowhead's new ship sipping from a glass of wine. "I can't believe Booker didn't take it... What a waste." [spoiler]GINGY[/spoiler] [spoiler]PAPÍ[/spoiler]

[b][i]Starting the New Year Off With a Nice Dose of Screwing Around[/i][/b] [b]Inside of Dojoville[/b] [i]There was a crackle as the two appeared on one of the many streets of Dojoville. The girl and boy looked younger, perhaps late teens, early twenties for the girl. With the weather still cold, considering it was winter, both were wearing winter clothes. The boy was wearing a hoodie, jeans, and Vans, his hair a mess, and his eyes full of mischief. He sported a lighter tan, his hair a dusty brown and wavy, just covering his ears. Hands tucked in his pockets, he waited to see what his companion sought to do. She stood taller than him, but not by more than an inch or so. She wore black jeans and black cowboy boots, along with a black long sleeve beneath an old ERDL-patterned combat jacket. She was athletic-looking, but most certainly good-looking. A revolver hung at her right hip in a belt holster, and bullets lined her waist. On her back on a sling, a lever-action rifle. She seemed a little annoyed with the cold, but nonetheless, she headed on down the street, smirking as the boy turned and tried to catch up. [/i] “Next time you try to ditch I’m totally gonna go start robbing people.” [i]The boy replied.[/i] “Good luck. You do that and they’ll tear you apart.” [i]The woman replied, rolling her eyes.[/i] “Yeah, and Diana and Rose will kick your ass.” [i]The boy shot back, smirk on his face as he walked up beside her.[/i] “Just don’t go get the cops on you... I’m not saving you from an ass kicking.” [i]She warned, completely serious. Was she, though? Could she really let someone beat him into the ground, even if he annoyed her as much as he normally did? The boy rolled his eyes and ignored her. If he was out with just her, he was totally going to raise hell. Besides, he blended right in with the normal people in the crowd. Sneaking off and disappearing into the crowd, he only drew a sigh from his companion as he set about his new relief from boredom: Pickpocketing. Just like the old times.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Approach, get robbed, whatever.[/spoiler]

[b]Dojoville 3:30 PM[/b] [i]"...It always comes down to the Hunter's Helper to clean up, after these sorts of messes..... Tonight, Gehrman joins the Hunt........" In the eternal twilight, the man saw his former mentor rise from his wheelchair, and quickly ready his trick weapon with the grace of a dancer. The scythe's siderite blade gleamed in the white as it reflected the moon and the light of the petals as they danced throughout the air He heard himself telling Gehrman it was for his own good......that he couldn't bear to leave knowing that he was leaving the old Hunter behind to suffer..... But they clashed anyway, saw-blade against scythe-blade, Hunter against Hunter...... He remembered mourning over Gehrman as his dream-bound body collapsed to the ground, choking out its last few words... "The night.....and the Dream....were long...." And even as Gehrman died, he saw the Dream's creator and owner, the Moon Presence, coalesce in front of him, and embrace him[/i] The man gasped as he sat up quickly, in the main square of Dojoville's burned out husk. A few battle-weary survivors looked over, but then resumed their activities, desensitized to the random events. As the Hunter got up, and dusted himself off, he felt....warmth. Sunlight. He looked up, and paled as he saw the afternoon sun burning down on him. A quick check served to confirm this. Despite having everything, memories, armor, weapons, even a few blood vials, he had somehow left his Hunter's Dream. His knees went to jelly as he sat down on a nearby bench, trying to make sense of the senseless. Had the Great One decided the Dream need not continue? Or was he daydreaming within the dream? After a few minutes, he stood up, and sighed. He needed to figure out what was going on [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b][u]Overthrown[/u][/b] [b]Plunderer[/b] [b]Onboard the Plunderer, somewhere above Tatakai[/b] [i]"Captain, Republic Alamo portside, should we engage?" Asked a frightened pilot, looking to the captain of the [b]Plunderer[/b] for confirmation. "Get us close," the captain responded, giving a sick grin. Captain Andrew Booker looked out of the massive window on the bridge of his ship as they slowly turned to face the colossal NTR warship, and he would see not a ship, but a prize. His prize. One just ripe for the taking. [/I] [b]In Space[/b] [I]The engines of the ship lit up and the vessel turned to intercept the ship, and it darted forwards towards the much bigger Alamo. Guns from both sides came online though the nimbler pirate vessel's activated first, and they started with a strafing run overtop. The pilot turned the ship upside down as it flew over the Alamo and it's top guns started striking for the Alamo's own. Strafing was tougher, but the pilot inverted his controls to make it easier on him, and soon they bobbed and weaved their way all across the length of the vessel. [/i] [b]On the Alamo's bridge[/b] [i]"Admiral, they've taken out our guns up top!" Shouted one of the Republic pilots, as he sprinted into the bridge. The Admiral of the ship, Adm. Tifvara, looked at the projection of the ship that had been picked up on the 3D radar and scowled. The Plunderer had been harassing Republic vessels for a few months, but not in the same way that most ships did. Then all of a sudden, explosions fired off inside, and the Admiral stood from his seat on the command deck of the bridge. He grabbed the pistol in its holster at his thigh but didn't draw yet. [/i] [b]In the Alamo's Hangar[/b] [i]"Brace for impact, get down! Get the fu-" Soldiers ran out of the hangar bay and into the far fringes of the room as the Plunderer rolled up beside them, right to the entrance of the ship. A series of walkways shot out from it and pirates started pouring out left and right, each one engaging the NTR's forces as they spread out and shot from the hip. They used suppression tactics to fight off Republic forces, and many made it to cover behind ships and crates of supplies. The Republic returned fire in waves - when one soldier reloaded, another would shoot to keep the pirates pinned down in their spots, and a third troop would take potshots at any pirates they saw. Booker burst forth from one of the walkways, clutching his sword Hullpiercer in either of his armoured hands. Republic Marines focused fire on him while the soldiers took the fight to the other pirates, but each of the shots sent out by the Marines missed as the pirates gave sufficient covering fire to their leader. Booker dove into cover and sheathed his blade - Apparently his men didn't have it all under control. He scratched his brown beard and peeked out from cover, getting an assessment of the situation. A scowl crossed his tanned face when he saw the droves of Republic soldiers that had his men pinned, and found himself pulling a pair of pistols from the black biker jacket on his torso. He looked to the pirate to his side and gave a look to him, and the pirate knew exactly what to do. She grabbed a grenade from her belt and tossed it to the floor just in front of her crates, and several others did the same. Smoke came chuffing from the silver canisters and filled the air, obscuring the stacks of pirates. Booker looked to the woman and gave a thankful look, before he grabbed a plate of metal from his jacket. He put it on the top of his head and pressed a big red button, and the plate moved over his head, locking into place like a helmet as two bright red glass shards covered his eyes. The mouth was covered by a black mesh to filter out the smoke. He stood from cover and slid over the top of it, before he started to sprint through the smoke. The Captain emerged among covering fire from the pirates as shotgunners emerged behind him, sprinting in front to help rush the Republic's soldiers. They shot Booker and his men, but the bullets for the most part diverged from the path of Booker as they neared his helmet and the armour beneath his jacket - A repulsion field knocked away the shots, and he returned fire with his twin pistols. Shots came from all sides and both suffered casualties, but the pirates pulled through into the hallways with their sheer firepower and bootloads of zeal. The hallways were filled with soldiers, but Booker and his troops came prepared. For each hallway there was one pirate in front, holding up a tall shield of metal and slowly progressing forwards with more behind them, combating the Republic. Grenades were the main tactic of the NTR but they were quickly thrown back or jumped on by pirates in scavenged flak jackets, and they swept a way through the ship easily. Booker ducked into the ventilation shafts of the ship as soon as the repulsion field in his armour ran dry. He took off the jacket, leaving his upper body covered by just a black vest with the Repulsion Drive on his back, and a pair of black cargo pants. He checked his weaponry - The pistols were running low on guns and Hullpiercer was still in its sheath, but the rifle on his back was still full on munitions. He holstered his pistols and crept his way through the vents, holding his rifle in front of him. The helmet projected a map compiled from raids of other Alamo vessels, and he marked off a route through the vents to the command deck - He needed something specific, and it was sure to be there. [/i] [b]Onboard the Alamo's Bridge[/b] [i]"This -blam!-ing pirate and his ragtag team of screwups is [b]winning!?"[/b] Shouted the Admiral, who was just in absolute disbelief of the situation entirely. "No sir. We've done a number on them, but they still have about a quarter of their invasion forces remaining. Their ship has left the area and their captain is missing, so we've got them on the ru-" As the pilot was almost finished speaking, a grenade plopped down to his feet. Soldiers left and right jumped behind cover as it exploded, though what filled the air was a mix of shrapnel and smoke. Marines affixed infrared sights on their guns as they scanned the room, although they soon found themselves falling one by one. Once the smoke cleared, Booker jumped down from the rafters, his rifle aimed at the remaining Marines. They fired at him although he returned fire, rolling out of their bullets path and behind a metal desk that had been overturned in the chaos. The soldiers saw a grenade roll to their feet and they jumped away, but it never blew up. Booker popped up and fired at each of the soldiers in the room, before shooting the Admiral in his knees. "Lock the doors!" He yelled to one of the pilots, who simply stared in fear. Booker raised his gun and fired at the ground in front of him before the pilot had screamed in fear and obeyed his command. The doors locked up, and Booker had his way. He lowered the gun and approached the Admiral of the ship, staring maliciously at Tifvara. He spat in Booker's face, but the pirate wiped it off and laughed. "Tiffy, we'll be learning to get along very well." [/i] [b]In the halls of the Alamo, the speaker activates. Tifvara's strained voice is heard over the comms. [/b] [i]"Men and women of the R... agh- Republic, lower your guns. These people have us... Beat... Get to the hangar! Bays one through four, and surrender your guns to the pirates! [/i] [b]In Hangar Bay Six, Starboard Side[/b] [i]"Alright, Republic doggies, let me introduce myself - I am Captain Andrew Booker, captain of the Plunderer. I'll let you guys figure out what I do for a living," Booker announced, climbing up to the top of a stack of crates. He looked out over the crowds of Republic soldiers, each one tied by the wrists using various ropes and in lines, each one in front of transport vessels and Canaries. "So, we'll be sending every one of you down to Tatakai's own Ollimand and you'll all find a way back to your precious Republic. Anyone who tries to resist will be shot, and anyine who wants to join my crew will be given a night with one of the girls. This ship is, as of now, property of the Plunderer's Fleet." [/i] [b]Dojoville, Tatakai, Three Days Later[/b] [i]The Plunderer had touched down in Dojoville hours ago to refuel, and the crew had either stayed to guard the vessel or went around the docking bay to grab a bite to eat, or something else for themselves. Booker had gotten all dressed up in a casual outfit consisting of jeans, a grey undershirt and a black overshirt, unbuttoned and with the sleeves rolled just past his elbows. He sat in some dingy bar in the heart of a shady neighbourhood, with only a pistol and a few other pirates inside it to act as protection. [/i] ((Open for interaction!))

[b][u]For The King[/u][/b] [b][u]Chapter Two - The Wrath of the Lion[/u][/b] [spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler] [i]Bells. Ringing, over and over and over.[/i] [i]It made Armillion's head throb. It made him tighten his fist, his old, rugged fingernails digging into grisly, strong palms. It made his face tie back into an angered scowl, like a lion baring his fangs in the face of a rival to his throne.[/i] [i]Only, this rival had took his son.[/i] [i]The Golden King left his mighty keep with the haste of a brewing storm, as his four - no, now rendered to three - golden knights would accompany his side. His cape fluttered in the brewing winds as he walked, down those high stairs and down to the city, where the common man and woman had begun to wait in their panic.[/i] [i]Their king stood upon a podium, resting his large fists upon it's marbled surface as the crowds of gossip fell silent. Though that King would not wait for such silence. No, he would release his rage, here and there.[/i] "-My youngest son. Taken from his home, and captured by this hidden enemy, enclosed within the maws of evil. My knightess, Camella. Taken from her duty and rendered to a hospital bed, poison swelling her heart and holding back her justice. My youngest daughter. My eldest son. The men and women of Trayve. Your fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, sons, and daughters - slain or taken by this Tribune! Yet, even in darkness, [i]we shall not falter[/i]. We shall grab this evil Tribune by the throat and strangle it, and for every death that they have caused, we will return it sevenfold! For every murder they have committed, we will unleash justice with more fury than they could imagine! Today is a day of [i]lions[/i], not sheep! Today is a day of [i]reckoning[/i]! Today is the day that we will show these filth what [i]war truly is[/i]!" [i]Such fury was an unrelenting, terrifying thing.[/i] --------------------------------- [spoiler]For Pants.[/spoiler] [i]Cain and Lilly soon found themselves upon a carriage, amongst a massive caravan of soldiers, with mighty ships following in the rivers beside them. They would have to travel continents, in order to reach their destination. Sparking conversation and understanding the situation at hand. Additionally, gathering info on the land would be beneficial.[/i] --------------------------------- [spoiler]For Splash.[/spoiler] [i]David had an invitation.[/i] [i]Armillion had requested to meet the Titan again, only this time with Camella amongst them. He had quite literally asked the Titan to meet his partner, to investigate what had happened in the first place.[/i]

[b][i]The Necrowhat?[/i][/b] [b]To most people the small town of Casiin wasn't special. Just a scenic resort town full of tourist traps and gift shops. To magic users, it was turning into a hotspot of necromatic energy, Levels of which only show up when a very powerful cult sets up shop in town. The place was alight with this dark energy, and was quite frankly getting ridiculous. That's why you're here, to see why the heII a cult otz Necromancer's chose a SKI RESORT of all places to setup, and probably kill them all before things get out of hand.[/b] [spoiler]Short and sweet, go to Casiin to find why there appears to be a new Necromatic Cult in town. Open,[/spoiler]

[i]Shi Canyon. A desolate and barren land of empty waterbags and broken dreams to many, but a promising land of success for those who know how to make it work out. Not many frontiersmen remain on the planet of Tatakai, especially with Dojoville, Lumen Solis, and Khalosh being such big locations, but there were a good number of pioneers in the world to settle in the dusty ditch. And that was exactly what a certain person was looking for. Posters had gone up months ago, promising safety and land for all people who went there. The Shi Canyon, an oasis in the desert - But not the inner parts of the canyon, rather the top rim of the immesurably high walls. That one area, far enough that an earthquake wouldn't send the whole settlement over and into the canyon but close enough to be on the territory, was advertised as a potential option for people wishing to live their lives. At first those who came were the poor and the criminals of society, but after a certain beneficiary paid for their schooling in medical, electrical, engineering, and many other fields? Plenty of others came and signed on to settle. And now it was the hour at hand for these people to make a home. The Marshal had purchased enough transport trucks to carry over a village worth of equipment, and he had driven them in a trek out of Dojoville and into the land of promises and life. A paving crew followed behind and made a road behind the caravan, and soon enough they had managed to get to the lip of the canyon closest to Dojoville. From that came the building. Smaller structures came at first but everyone pitched in, and a few shacks of wood were erected. Those who built the wood houses got first shift of sleeping, and those who didn't work yet got to doing it. It took a good few weeks, but soon there were enough ranches around the place, enough community buildings to form a city. And thus, Marshal's Rest was created. It wasn't named by the people or anything, instead JT took the name and forced the people to run with it. [/i] [b]Marshal's Rest, Shi Canyon // Ranch, 10km from the city // "Marshal JT"[/b] [i]"...Now, why the fûck did I do it? Simple. I was bored and needed something to do. So, why not make a place of redemption?" JT asked himself, staring in the mirror of his bathroom. His face was half covered in a blue shaving gel and he kept a straight razor in his right hand, staring himself down in the reflection with a grin on his face. He got to cutting the beard after - Not enough to lose all his hair, but enough to make him look noticeably cleaner and smooth shaven. The cowboy left the washroom and went over to the porch of the ranch. As far as the eye could see, there was farmland. Fertile soil and water had been imported from Dojoville and purchased by him for each house, and farms of wheat, corn, and plenty of other foods had been set. JT had looked to the wheat field and grinned, taking a seat on the rocking chair in the corner of the wooden porch. He wasn't even wearing pants this time, but it didn't matter to him - He wasn't expecting guests, so he just kept a towel on and a shotgun on his lap as he stared out across the wheat field. [/i] [spoiler]Open. Y'all write bar posts when you're bored, but JT set up a city. Feel free to just go and buy some property for free, speak to him, do whatever. [/spoiler]

Um hi im new and I don’t know. WHAT!?!? I’m confused. And lonely. I like rp Edit: everything’s fine

[i][b]An Auditory Landscape[/b][/i] [b][i]Dojoville[/i][/b] [i][b]4:57 PM[/b][/i] *It had been a few days since Alpha had restored Sapphire’s hearing, and she still wasn’t used to its return. Her eardrums had been burst years ago, and since then she had lived in complete silence. But now, the world had changed again.* *Nothing sounded quite like it did before the accident, and the non-stop noises that constantly lingered in the background had stolen hours of sleep from her the past couple nights. She was still thankful for Alpha’s gift, however. She had opened up a new landscape to Sapphire, one she had greatly missed.* *The landscape had changed though. For starters, it had never felt like an actual landscape before. Sounds didn’t just come from somewhere, they [i]were[/i] somewhere and they moved.* *She walked throughout the city, marveling at every sound, from the cool breeze which stretched past her ears like a long curtain, to squeaky brakes which which stabbed like knives without physical form. Through all her attention to what she heard, she failed to notice the person standing in her path.* [spoiler]Open, that person is you.[/spoiler]

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I remember when this was constantly on the top of #offtopic trending [spoiler]but it's taken an arrow to the knee[/spoiler]

[i]”Running ashore, Captain.”[/i] “Can you stop saying that every single time we show up somewhere new? It got real old real fast.” [i]”Well then. Didn’t have to be so rude.”[/i] “I own you. I can be as rude as I please.” [i]”You don’t own me. You own me as much as you own the air inside your ship.”[/i] “Say that to the contract and the money jingling in someone else’s pocket, kelk.” [i]”I have a name.”[/i] “And I have an opinion, looks like we both have things the other doesn’t care about.” [i]”Whatever. We landed. Get out and stop making fun of me.”[/i] “Stop acting like a child and I will.” [b]He would pop the hatch open, the sunlight hitting his hair and eyes like a flashbang at first. It’d been days since he’d seen sun, good thing he was taking supplements or the lack of vitamins from being out in the sun might’ve done him in. But he hoisted himself out of the ship, slamming the hatch down as he stood up onto the hood. The old rustbucket was still holding together, but not much else. It was a black ship, shaped like a cylinder. It looked like a bottle rocket, or a firework or such. It was a little rusty and broken down, but it worked... Mostly. It could get from point A to point B, and that’s all that matters. He took a sharp look downward, and jumped down. He saw who he was after. A tall man, one who was rather infamous in a few other planet’s databases. A hefty fine was placed on his head, one that he just had to claim. Money makes the world go round, and Theodynn Reikals would make it spin like a top if he had his way. He began walking with a crowd, he didn’t know where he was on the planet. He’d just have to guess and hope he was near a major settlement. It seemed he was, from the amount of shops and such that he had seen throughout the time he’d been there, which was all of about thirty seconds. He was waiting. Waiting for him to turn down a corner or something like that. Some place secluded, he didn’t want the local law finding him once he’d done his deed. The man he was after was dressed in a trench coat, one that could’ve held many surprises. Many would know him by his common name, but only a few new what he was really called. Charles LeCant. The Vampire Hunter. Eventually, Theodynn got his wish, the man turning down an alleyway. The Vampire Hunter wouldn’t be hunting that much longer, especially if he kept down this path. Theo would jog up to him, and tap on his back, and Charles would turn to face him.[/b] Vampire Hunter: “Yes? Who might you be, that you would tap on the shoulder of one so mighty?!” [b]The Vampire Hunter would chuckle and claps his hands together, staring down at the much smaller man. His toothy, white smile was visible, as were his firey, blue eyes.[/b] “All jokes aside, what do you want? I’ve got a schedule to keep, and I can’t waste any time. By that I mean I have all the time I want and I have nothing going on.” [b]Theodynn would put his hand at his side, down where a prism-like charm would hang. It was about the size of his fist, and he put his hand around it. He didn’t have much on to cover his face, just a rainbow-colored bandanna and a pair of shades. He looked up at Charles.[/b] Theodynn: “Yeah, just one question. How many people want you dead? Just go get a number, I’ve heard about your exploits.” [b]The Vampire Hunter’s smile gets even larger as he unfolds his hands, looking at him like this was just a normal question.[/b] Vampire Hunter: “Sit down. We’ll be here for a while. Let’s start off with religious organizations! The Pope, Tom Cruise, whoever the hell leads the Mormons, probably Je-“ [b]He was cut short by a thin line appearing across his neck, and Theodynn replacing the prism on his belt.[/b] Theodynn: “Don’t care. One of them hired me. Don’t even know who. But your corpse has a lot of money pinned on it, so...” [b]He snaps, and blood erupts from Charles’s neck, him falling to the ground. Theodynn snaps a few pictures with his phone, and then begins to walk off, blood now all over he front of his rainbow-colored armor.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]a new world for her at least..[/b] [u]Time: Noon Location: dojo[/u] [i]it has taken Estonia a little bit longer to adjust to her new life being here in the dojo. Since she couldn't really remember how to get home anymore so this was the girl's new weather she liked it or not. Estonia had been let inside by kimi downs one of the dojoers living here. Right she was currently waiting for her to show up as promised as she was going to show her around a bit more. But she was currently waiting on one the benches for her to show up. Anyone that saw her would know her as just a noobie here. Estonia had been looking around a bit brushing her light strawberry blonde hair out her aquamarine colored eyes as she had leaned against the bench. A sigh escaping her lips as she waited. She was slender built her blue grey robes that hanged loose on her frame allowing her red and black wings a free range of movement as a charcoal colored cloak covered them to no avil really.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler] [spoiler]link to her bio https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/240615500?sort=0&page=0&path=1 [/spoiler]

[b][u]A Rose Amongst Gold[/u][/b] [b]Chapter Two - Flowers In A Garden[/b] [spoiler]For Jen.[/spoiler] [i]Rose would trip and fall as she charged into the portal, before falling upon flowers.[/i] "[i]ROSE![/i]" [i]Niki's distant screams escaped the air, of which was a deep shade of violet at the moment, contrasting with the real world. Rose would only rise to find herself surrounded by flowers, bushes, trees, and more vegetation, as if it had swarmed her being entirely. The forest of plant life was lush and beautiful, with the petals of the flowers being a blood red, the thick leaves being the same blazing color.[/i] [i]In the distance, Rose could make out a pathway, as well as Tribune survivors charging down it. Perhaps she could follow them.[/i]

[b][u]The Devil They Knew[/u][/b] [b]Dojo Courtyard A1, The Dojo, 5:31 PM[/b] [i]Testing it was, then. Arianna was fine with that, so long as she wasn't murdered in the process.[/i] [i]The woman had set out some training equipment, for the newcomers that had arrived at the Dojo. She wasn't particularly armored at the moment, nor armed, though her snow white hair had been ties into a long ponytail, as she sorted through weapons and gear. Swords, axes, maces, spears, bucklers, spears, pistols, rifles.. the usual.[/i] [i]So she waited, for the newcomers to arrive.[/i] [spoiler]Open for those seeking testing![/spoiler]

[i][b]Waiting for a Test[/b][/i] [b][i]Some Clearing Near the Dojo idk[/i][/b] [i][b]4:30 PM[/b][/i] *Alice leaned against a tree as her tail swished from side to side. A sword was sheathed on her back with only the matte black pommel exposed.* *She was gazing off into the distance, or at least that’s what it seemed like to others. The lack of eyes or lenses on her metallic head made it hard to tell where she was “looking.”* *She had set up a test for a new member of the Dojo, though they hadn’t met in person yet. So there she waited silently as her long black trench coat waved slightly in the breeze.* [spoiler]For Magicspacekitty[/spoiler]

[b][i]Militant Boredom[/i][/b] [b][i]11:11 AM[/i][/b] [i][b]Somewhere Uninteresting that is Within the Dojo[/b][/i] *It was killing her, she knew it. It had seeped into her skin, coursing through her veins. It slowed everything, dried it out, beat it down and squeezed every ounce of interest from what remained.* *It drifted through the area, blowing on the breeze like a cloud of smog. It was dulling, blurring. It took away anything to hold onto and left only a rift in it’s wake. There were no footholds to grab onto, no rope to pull herself up, only open air that clawed away at her being.* *It was slow. Eternities rose and fell within the duration of the process. It tore away, but restrained as well. It bound that which tried to change and muffled it, forcing it into a bottle that was sealed with a cork.* *Sapphire lay on the ground and stared blankly at the sky. Her pupils never moved, not even when a cloud crossed the path of their focus. She blinked, the black slits in her eyes shrinking when exposed to the light once more.* [u]So bored...[/u] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]