[DIGITAL_DOJO]

I FOUND HIM!! BUMP TE THREADDD

[b]Jäger sits outside the dojo.[/b] "So, how must I enter?" [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

omg so cool

[b][u]TEN DAYS[/u][/b]

[u][i]Acceptance[/i][/u] *Sapphire sits cross legged on the grass outside the Dojo, staring down at the villages and fields below. It's late and the sun's setting. The people in the villages look like ants as the sun covers the landscape in an orange light. There are few clouds, only the occasional wisp which casts a faint shadow on the ground. Sapphire's ears droop and she sighs.* *Thinking [u]There's nothing I can do. There's nothing to speed up the wait. Every day goes by and I think the same thing over and over. [i]Where is he? Is he okay? How are they treating him?[/i] And I try and try to help, to prepare, to do something... But that won't bring Fentis back any faster... I need to pull myself together... I need, I need to just wait...[/u] *A single tear falls from her eye as she sits.* [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[u][i]Determination[/i][/u] *Sapphire wasn't the same since Fentis was kidnapped, before she met him she had been in a shell, she couldn't show weakness... But when he met her, that changed. She could be herself, she didn't need to be tough, she could show weakness... When he was kidnapped, it left her empty. She couldn't function without him, she needed him. So she cried, and cried, and cried. She drank, and drank, and drank, and drank... Until she couldn't sink any deeper. Then Sketch's big brother, Vorim'Tairn came along and all that changed. He saw what she had gone through and felt what she had felt. So he comforted her, and somehow managed to convince her that this wasn't the end even though Sketch couldn't even convince her of that... Before she met Fentis, she just trained all day long. Now, she hasn't slept in days, she's been training non-stop for when she needs to get Fentis back. She's gone from cardio, to weights, to punching bags, never taking a break to even eat. If she keeps training like this, she is going to starve... And she knows this, but her love for Fentis keeps her moving, even if it kills her. *She has just destroyed her fourth punching bag in a single day. She walks over, picks one up, sets one up, and continues training.* [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[u]Balthazar and Po sit side-by-side near the dojo relaxing in the late summer heat. Balthazar isn't wearing his armor, and his hammer is nowhere to be seen. Po is wearing relatively normal clothing with the exception of a large bag by his side containing herbs and samples of different plants. They make no attempt to fight each other, seemingly reverted to their original personalities before they were changed for the worse.[/u] B: "[i]We had a good run, but it seems it's time to hang up our armor and relax.[/i]" P: "[b]You make a good point. Fighting has never attracted my attention.[/b]" [u]They continue to watch the fields and villages near the Dojo in silence.[/u] [spoiler]Open. Po and Balthazar have been retired from combat, but will still be here for story. Po has been reverted back to his original personality and state before I decided to change him, seemingly for worse.[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Paying Respects[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler]Due to Theresa's sudden death, Isaac has taken the responsibility of taking care of her body...the proper way.[/spoiler] [b][i]Twas a gloomy day, within the Dojo. For the Ranger came back and forth from the same place over and over. First, Isaac came to get a shovel. Then, a coffin. And finally...a tombstone. He carried it to the lake, nearby the graves belonging to Mortar and Patches. Hours later, he placed the tombstone above Theresa's grave, where he had buried her body. Out of respect, he had buried her alongside her sword, Rose of Flames. The tombstone read...[/i][/b] [u][b]"Theresa...loving knightess. Good friend and member of the Dojo. In the end, you sacrificed yourself for a friend. We will never forget you, even in death... May you find peace, wherever you are now."[/b][/u] [b][i]Isaac tore off his mask after driving the tombstone in the ground, revealing what exactly he looked like. Dark hair, tanned, around 45. Yellow eyes, and a thick goatee. He set the mask down, and began to pray at Theresa's grave.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

"ORNSTEIN!" [b]Nora is running around the Dojo, looking panicked. She keeps calling out "Ornstein" for some reason or another. [/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Beside the lake [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 20:23 [i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Omnus Ephiateus [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] To be together forever [b][i]Beside the lake, Omnus sat on a bench, wearing his nicest clothes. His expression a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and full of hope. The sun was setting on the lake, tinting the sky a beautiful orange. A calm breeze blew from the south, cooling the temperature down, to a nice 71-72°F. Omnus smiled, a small, 2x2 inch box in his right hand. He had texted Iza to come to the like at 20:25.... She could be here any minute now. He looked at his reflection for the millionth time, making sure his teeth were clean, his breath was nice, and his appearance was as good as a cyborg's could get. Finally satisfied, he simply stared at the setting sun.... Waiting for the one he wished to be with for forever.[/i][/b][spoiler]Open for Iza[/spoiler]

[b]Spartan Jäger walks up to the dojo's gates. His shotgun in his hand. He chugs a bottle of whiskey and tosses it on the ground. He waits.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Courtyard [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 13:46 [i][u]Characters:[/u][/i] Enter Elecin Browlinger, Omnus Ephiateus, Theresa [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] Kaleon's Disappointment [i][b]Eli could be seen in the courtyard, as always. However, this time, he was training with Omnus. Training with his sword, as usual. Theresa sat on a bench nearby, watching, and giving advice to the both of them. While Eli was retched at swordsmanship, Omnus was still bad. Eli had seen steady improvement since his arrival at the dojo, however at the rate he was going, it would be centuries until he would be at the point of life-saving levels. It seemed as though the Knight of Kaleon of this generation wouldn't be doing much to save lives; and he wouldn't be giving birth to any successors, either. He had seen many improvements on his block technique, and could now block virtually any attack; as compensation for his retched offense. Omnus swung Soul Cutter at Eli, which he blocked with Thundering Skies. It was afternoon, and the sun was sweltering hot. Eli and Omnus were both visibly sweating, but kept at it.[/b][/i] [spoiler]Open. This'll be a major step in Elecin's character development, so... yeah.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Yes I'm back no i dont have a grudge against sketch yes i know i was an asshole[/spoiler] Quiet footsteps up the trail leading to the dojo could be heard, until what looked like a knight in armor appeared, his face covered by his helmet he stopped outside the gate and waited ((open))

[b]H is seen wandering around the dojo, looking for information[/b] "Can someone tell me about twilight."

Here's some logic from one of the best RPrs I have had the honor to meet. He's up there with Cobalt, Salazar, and Alonfé. Take his advice and stop being little butthurt shits. [quote]I get this is a place for suggestions, but this rant may come across as shittalking. Understand that it isn't and is rather an outlook of someone, but if you want to kick me for it, I'll put no struggle and will quietly leave. As someone who's not really a known face in the Dojo, I see that most things are just quests and quests now. Where's the dynamic fights? What's the incentive to train in this place? Where are the people like Maya who lost to Deadpool and now her character wants revenge? What happened to people like Alonfe who were literally learning moves of people like Cobalt to beat them? Most importantly, where's the character progression? I don't think Sithis started off as a god, nor did Blackjack start off leading Venom inc. So people should make a side character that starts off with little, and through their trials and tribulations they gain more and more. Now, events. Events now consist of quests that typically have pre-determined paths and quests. I'm going to give a little history lesson here: Who are June Bellicose, Alex Wilson, and Cobalt Phoenix? Cobalt was a Dojo lieutenant and Wilson was his killer, he ran him through with his own blade, because he was tricked into it by Bellicose. Nobody saw that coming, it was a shock to everyone, and truly a piece of history. So I propose we do more than just the occasional fight, and actually host regular events, take leaps, do dynamic shit to fight each other and make stories, kill off beloved characters and make a name for yourself. Not just as the guy who uses a certain weapon, but as the slayer of this guy, or the one who jumped off a collapsing building and impaled someone with a bobby pin. Finally, don't get bitchy over gear. I myself was asked to leave a magic oriented quest because of the fact my character possessed no magic and was half machine. Back in the day, people had way more than just augments or some basic gear, rather they possessed exo suits that would be able to punch through titanium if they wanted. You all know the drill right? The infamous weapon JT has that can and will completely dick someone over? Well way back when, that arm was linked to an exo suit that increased the size AND the users strength, speed, heat resistance and more. Learn to embrace gear as not just a tool but as weapons of war, master how to use them and counter others, and let loose the hounds of war. And here's more of a suggestion for you guys. As someone in Bungie.net's biggest RP groups (100+ members for at least 3 of them), I can safely say that the Dojo is the laughingstock of Bnet RP. why? Bullshit fights, horribly small posts and not enough detail overall. You want to make this place big? Because you guys can get at least 100 more people if you put effort into posts, plots, not having edgy bios and not having, say, god and satan in your pasts. Be creative, put some effort and think, you'll have more people and posts are super satisfying to publish. Signed, JT, the one guy who tries to learn the Dojo's history to the point of memorizing certain events.[/quote]

[spoiler]when was this originally put up?[/spoiler]

[b]Pissed Off Bastard // Dojo Courtyard // 12:54 PM // JT, Digistructed Training Targets. [/b] [i]Footsteps signaled the incoming approach of The Techno Cowboy that day as he sprinted through the gates and kicked up dirt behind him, which landed on the brown boots he wore that matched his dark brown pants. The Marshal had his eyes trained on the first in a long series of targets, completely black figures with nothing but their fists raised as they watched JT approach. The first was met by JT's right hand colliding with his face as he spun around fully, but The Marshal spun halfway as well and took a step back, while pressing his left elbow into the throat of his now dead target. The second in the group went to place his right hand on JT's right shoulder, before JT spun and grabbed the figures wrist with his own right hand, and he punched it's head with his left mechanical hand, which carried the strength needed to completely cave in the skull of the digistructed figure. The remaining five stared in awe at the takedown committed by this cowboy, who appeared to possess much more strength than he would ever let on. A single bead of sweat rolled down his half-charred mug and splashed itself on the white undershirt he wore beneath his brown duster, as he planted his foot on the ribcage of his target and ripped the arm off of his fallen enemy. Fake blood splattered on his duster before the crimson substance dripped from his duster, as he looked to his next enemy who was on his right. JT dashed for his enemy with the intensity of a Viking who was midway through the heat of battle as he swung low, but his opponent jumped back. The Marshal swung for his head now, going sideways since his last blow ended up directly beside his shoulder, and the head of the target collided with the arm of his fallen brother in a hit so powerful that it would force the dummy to fall several feet to the right. The Techno Cowboy dropped the arm to the floor as it collided with the dirt, and four targets remained for JT to absolutely slaughter. Two came in from either side of JT just then. One punched high for his face while the other tried to deliver a kick to his back. But either blow was intercepted when JT drew his twin T-29 Quantum revolvers, pointed his left at the right enemy and his right at the left enemy, and fired as two .44 rounds flew to the heads of either man, without JT even needing to look at his targets. He stared to the next of his targets as a sickening shadow was cast on his face from the brown wide-brimmed hat he wore, as he aimed the revolvers to him and fired all twelve rounds, which connected with his targets chest for the first eight, and the next two connected with either of his eyes. The last target would be fearing for his life just then, if he were capable of feeling fear at all. JT placed either of his revolvers back in their leather holsters at his hips, as his hand snapped back and covered the onyx black forearm and blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix that adorned it, as six long triangular strips protruded from the hole where his hand was, before they all took place to form an industrial drill just then. The weapon spun violently as JT sprinted to his target, and he jammed the tip onto his digital enemy's stomach, and it proceeded to launch his fake entrails all around and his blood splattered all over JT's muscular body and outfit, as the drill even pierced bone and fell backwards to the ground, before fading out of existence. JT's hand returned to its original state as he looked all around the zone of chaos he just caused, as one by one the bodes he wreaked havoc on had faded into nothing but a set of pixels before even those disappeared, leaving just a cowboy with a wide grin that stretched ear to ear. He was an insane son of a bitch truly, but he did not often get to show this angry and murderous side of him. He wouldn't kill another Dojo member, but if given the chance to, he would use their bodies as bullet sponges and sex toys for his men, lifeless or not. But thankfully he wasn't showing that insanity, unless it was time for combat. [/i] ((Open for a fight, conversation, whatever. Just know JT won't hold back due to power gaps, as I have him do for most people.))

[spoiler]Who here is united under the banner of Wort?[/spoiler] [spoiler]wort[/spoiler]

[b][i]War's a Game. We're the players.//1200//Yed & Xaar[/i][/b] [b]Yed and Xaar came to the gates of the Dojo. They were a strange sight, but there had undoubtedly been stranger. Yed sat atop Xaar, his mount, proudly, carrying himself like a seasoned soldier. He was a four foot tall... Thing. Covered in short blue fur, he had four glowing orange eyes and four cat-like ears. He wore a padded vest with many little pouches over a black shirt, rolled up at the elbows. The cargo pants he was wearing only increased the amount of stuff this little guy could have on him. Around his waist hung hundreds of dug tags, necklaces and a few pocket watches. His arms and face were crisscrossed with scars, a reminder of his many battles. He held a most unusual weapon. A eight foot tall spear, the point curved so it could serve as both a spear and axe. His mount, Xaar, was no less unusual. He looked like an armless velociraptor covered in colorful feathers, most prominently red. He had a saddle on his back, with lots of pouches hanging off it. He wore what looked like a simple metal helmet, not much more than a metal dome. It had an alert look in his eyes, on the lookout fur anything. Yed hopped up into Xaar's head.[/b] [i]"I think we made it Xaar."[/i] [b]He puts his spear over his shoulder and clears his throat[/b] [i]"IF THIS IS THE FABLED DOJO LET ME THE -blam!- IN."[/i]

[b]Nearly two dozen people sit in the dojo courtyard, laughing away at something. For those that don't know some of these Dight, it maybe best to introduce you Or, If you're looking for a duel. This is the place [/b] Iris, Hamilton, Jeremiah, Violet, Merlin, Nora, Maso, Blind Bandit, Cadmael, Joker, Oni, Royal, Teriar, Stripes, Arclas, Bailey, Three Musketeers, Winston, Trushot, Robo, Avery [spoiler]Open! TO MANY CHARACTERS!!! [/spoiler]

[b][u]ANOTHER RAGE FEST[/u][/b] [b][i][u]FEELING SALTY?! NEED TO BLOW SOME STEAM?! ENJOY THIS MURDER FEST POST THATS COMPLETELY NON-CANNON. EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO MURDER EACHOTHER, INCLUDING NON-DOJO MEMBERS!!!!! EXPLOSIONZZZZ [/u][/i][/b]

[b]sigimarus (above) and mulligan walk into the dojo arena[/b] S: once more?...... M: we need two other people....... [spoiler]open, double fight please[/spoiler]