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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 10:14 pm
 This Dojo has been created for those who have chosen the path of the martial artist. more advanced techniques than merely wishing to learn a fighting style are learned here, those who wish to learn to fight entirely with their fists are the students of this dojo. This school will lead martial artists on their path of becoming masters of weaponry in general, later allowing them to chose a path towards a belief system of their own. Quote: Name: Weapon Seal: 400 words Type: Supportive Element: Non-Elemental Range: Self Class: Martial Artist Description: The Martial Artist has begun their training by mastering weapons, this technique is a means for them to transport any weapons they have with them at all times and allow them to call upon them at any time. This technique creates seals upon the person's body which allow them to call upon the weapon from any place that it may be. For example, the martial artist may have a seal on his chest that summons his sword, calling upon it without actually having to carry the weapon around. The user can have one seal per body part. If the weapon gets destroyed or stuck by the opponent, than the martial artist can not get the weapon unstuck by using this technique = = = = = Name: Weapon Mastery: 400 words Type: Supportive Element: Non-elemental Range: Self Class: Martial Artist Description: This technique allows the Martial Artist to wield any weapon from any other class as if it were their own = = = = = Name: Weapon Perfection: 500 words Type: Supportive Element: Non-Elemental Range: Self Class: Martial Artist Description: This technique allows the martial Artist to be more proficient at weapons than anyone else who wields them. This technique levels up with a max level of 10. eachh level will add +1 stat to the weapons stat. For example. A sword that normally gives +2 str. After one level of this technique it will give +3. another level will give +4 and so on
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:46 pm
Lukiria lets out a soft sigh as she pants softly. She is wearing a black sports bra, her X scar on her chest is almost seen but not completely visible, to do that she would have to be naked and she hates being naked. Sure she don't mind wearing a spots bra, but being naked pushes her privacy issue way to far. Tracing down her firm dancer abs to her hip, she wears a match black shorts. Her body is glistening with sweat, her chest heaving up and down, still panting. "Go home Lukiria, we are done for the day." A male voice spoke as Lukiria frowns towards her instructor, however she doesn't start an agrument with him. Her instructor is the only one she'll behave for. Sighing she nods and bows towards him. "Yes sir." Grabbing her sports bag which has her school uniform in it, she pushes her black but with a blue tone damp hair from the sweat back, still a bit better from going home so early. Her blue eyes looking around and the streets are empty. No surprise there, where the dojo is, it's out in the country and not even close to the big cities, so she can have a nice quiet walk home until she hits the streets and city sounds will take over her ears, but for now, just a simple walk through the field will do her good and cool her down from the training. She has her sports bag slings over her shoulder and her left hand, she's holding a katana, in it's sheath. Her right hand reaches into her bag as she pulls out a long blue scarf. She wraps it around her neck, she loves the scarf and the way it feels so she wears it almost all the time... thankfully she doesn't sleep with the scarf on. While walking, she shifts her thigh uncomfortablly for a moment, she hates wearing tampons and pads.. but she's a woman, what can she do? When training, she has to wear both in case the tampon leaks and she can tell that she already leaked and needs to change out both when she gets home. Maybe that's why she's so moody this week... thanks to the female's favorite time of the month.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:41 pm
Fenrir crouched in the shadows, stalking his prey, inching foward silently, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Her scent hung in his nostrils. Suddenly, a low, gutteral growl came from his throat, and Fenrir stood, a not-quite-human grin taking his features. "Hello there, girly. Look like you could use some company." Fenrir said in his thick Australian accent, his bi-colored eyes looking over every inch of her, his pupils shrinking to dots, as he focused on her. He licked his lips, walking towards her. A demonic glint shone in his eyes, as he stared down the girl. A scent of earth and blood hung around Fenrir, and his clothes were stained with blood, not all of it his own. His fingernails began to grow, forming into sharp claws, and he bared his teeth, his canines extending into razor-sharp fangs. Another growl came from his throat and he pounced at the girl, attempting to clamp his jaws down onto her shoulder. He did not intend to kill the girl. He had nothing to gain from it. He had just eaten, and was not particularly hungry. He had been in Karakura long enough to know that powerful people wandered about, and unless he travelled in a pack, he would be killed. He would transform the girl out of self-preservation. The fact that she was young and attractive didn't hurt, either.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:52 pm
Lukiria thought she has heard something, so she stops in her tracks and looks behind her.. around her, but nothing. Sighing out of annoyance, it might just be some kind of raccoon scattering away because it hears someone coming, she looks fowards again and then almost jumps when a figure appears before her. She hears him speak in his austrillian accent.. and she didn't like the tone of his voice at all. Her right hand quickly grips the hilt of her katana. "Stay back." She says towards him in her soothing russian accent, some russian accents are awful.. but hers sounds beautiful, it flows for some reason. Then she can see his green... and blue eye? That's pretty unique, but she doesn't like that glint in his eyes, causing her to step back. Then she notices that his fingernails grows... bearing his teeth, his canines which was noticable.. is starting to become even more noticable, Lukiria eyes widen. 'Just what the hell is this?!' She questions herself. Still surprised she sees him coming for her, looks like he wants to eat her up or something, she quickly sidesteps, their speed matches but she has a feeling that his strength must be immense, her heart pumping high as she draws her katana towards the man.. being.. whatever. "What the hell are you!?" She questions.... she has read alot of books... but he can't be a vampire.... wait werewolves? Ha! There's no such thing...
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:02 pm
"Mmm. I do love a challenge." Fenrir said, the demonic glint not fading at all. His breathing was getting heavy, his chest heaving. He brought his tongue out, and moistened his lips with it, before they pulled back into a snarl. He dropped low to the ground, almost on all fours, but not quite, and began circling around the girl. Her scent filled his nostrils, and made him salivate. His eyes thoroughly examined her body, every succulent inch of it. His heart was beating quickly, as he stalked his prey, waiting for the chance to strike. He hadn't expected her to be so fast. It was a pleasant surprise. In a flash, he slashed out with both sets of claws at her chest, attempting to stun her, and knock her down. There was definitely something inhuman about him, that much could not be denied.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:07 pm
Lukiria gets worried as it could be tell on her face, she reaches to her sports bag and pulls out a dagger, she takes the sports bag off and kicks it away, she doesn't want it get in the way. Now having Katana on her right hand, her dagger is in her left, wondering what the hell is going on and what the hell is this thing.. did hell open up and released some of it's demons? If so, where are the angels? Pfft. Like they would care. She watches him circle around her, her eyes focused on him, ready to move, dodge, punch, strike or what not. One thing for sure, this man is not a human. She doesn't understand his style and that worries her. She is suppose to know her enemy style quickly to be able to know how to counter it... but it doesn't help since his style seems to be wild and out of whack. He disappears in a flash, she looks around quickly to try to spot him but she was too late when he slahsed towards her, she quickly turns her body, so he only clawed her arm. She winces, but then quickly does a graceful spin with her dagger, aiming for the heart, her katana is aiming to stab him at the side, then she forgot one thing, this man isn't really standing up, she's dead if he gets on all fours.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:14 pm
This wasn't going to be as easy as Fenrir had suspected. As the girl stabbed at him with her dagger, Fenrir deftly hopped back, her dagger raking across his chest, drawing blood. He roared in apparent ecstacy, as if he pain pleased him. before she could bring the katana at him, he dropped to all fours, and leapt, thrusting his shoulder into her chest. Such and impact would cause her to miss with her katana, and she would be too devoted to the slash to dodge. Fenrir growled again, leaping on the girl again, biting at anything that got within range.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:21 pm
Lukiria lets out a surprised yell as he tackled her before her katana could even hit him, his shoulder against her chest. The power of the impact and force causes her to fall onto ground, sliding for a bit, losing on her katana in the process which rests about two feet away from her since they did slide on the ground for a bit, the impact was powerful, however, she still has her dagger on her left hand. She struggles to get up to fight again but then she feels a heavy blow on top of her, and sees him on top of her. Acting quickly she raises her dagger to try to slice his neck but she was too late. It's no surprise that she's not as speedy as she could be, she has been training all day and it's nighttime, her stamina is rather low. She lets out a cry of pain when he bites her collar bone and shoulder blade, his teeth close to her spine, only maybe by couple of centimeters. She winces and doesn't go down without a fight, she stabs him in the shoulder blade with her dagger as her arm falls onto the ground with a thud, she has blacked out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:34 pm
Fenrir moaned in ecstasy, as he felt his bite connect, and her blood flood his mouth, as well as the dagger going into his shoulder. The succulent scent of her blood and sweat mingled around the pair. Fenrir reached back, pulling the dagger from his shoulder with a roar, and let it fall to the ground. He bent low again, running his tongue along the wound, tasting the blood some more. He was starting to regret not eating her, she tasted delicious. He stayed in position on top of her for a few minutes, before lightly placing a bloody kiss on her cheek and standing, picking her up and throwing her over a shoulder, walking away with the girl. He stopped to pick up the katana and the dagger, and continued. She would wake up in a few hours, and he had to get her somewhere where she couldn't escape. If that happened, all of his work would have gone to waste. And if she changed early, she would be a danger to herself and everyone else. Fenrir didn't care about the others, but if she started feeding before she knew how to go about doing it, she would probably be stopped, and he would be out a cohort.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 3:27 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - :: 
He snapped his fingers and four dolls showed up and began to wreak havok on the building and the last remaining occupants. This was his way of saying "Honey, I'm back from kicking a**...serve me dinner" in a way as his dolls murdered the instructors. He simply jumped up to the highest point and waited for them finish up before he started the big finale' of exploding the building and leaving it a destroyed pile of ashes.
Meanwhile, his dolls were repainting the interior of the soon to be demolished building...in blood. Hope and Courage were shooting and ripping people apart, Compassion and Rage were exploding them and slicing them to ribbons. The gore was extensive, but it provided enough souls to the fresh air which Shinji converted into pixel data and devoured. It was turning out to be a real mess, but the suffering would be over soon for the humans who dared to study ways to grow strong.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:31 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - ::
After the dolls returned to his side, Shinji then levitated into the air and aimed his arm down at the pathetic hobble... "Spread the word, worms..Im back.." He said clearly as the reiatsu gathered to his hand and formed a ball. After firing the ball of energy, it split into multiple eyes of reiatsu which all blinked with malvelolent energy before firing beams and disintegrating nearly three quarters of the dojo.. leaving the rest burning and in an exploded heap of a crater. "Grand Complication..." He chuckled as he watched the eyes all systematically explode leaving some of the survivors maimed and dying and the others scared of his might. "... that's my favorite attack.." He said with a smirk to Rage who was clearly looking at the destruction with eager eyes.
Quote: Decimated the Dojo and left it a burning wreckage with a few possible, injured survivor NPCs.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 2:32 pm
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. A Strange figure appears from the shadow his long leather coat and spiked mohawk gentle and slow in the wind. He remove his mask and trows it away and sniffs "I smell battle, and as former 11th Division member it's a duty to not miss a fight" He unseat Botoru and points to Shinji "Do you take the challenge to test our power and strength with each other or do you pass and run away? Human shaped creature" Then Reizouko looked at the destruction he caused."Well normally i say to the death but now i am to sober to say that, so to the uhm the one you says i quit first!" And then he waits what shinij react(120 Words)
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:55 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - :: Shinji looked over to his neko-girl doll, Hope, and waved a hand to Reizouko. "Kill him..." He said with a deep uncaring for the person who had shown up. His eyes, hidden behind the orange shades, clearly would give away his madness as the AIDA had taken over and there was no stopping this rampage...but at the same time, The Tri-Edge wasnt against giving the Vizard a glimmer of false hope.Hope grinned wide and lept from her perch to send a flying punch at Reizouko, nothing special, but enough to get things moving as she liked to play with her food. "Time to die, nyaaan!" She said in excitement as she went for aiming her lunge punch at the man's gut.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:28 pm
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. Reizouko Smiles "Hey look a cute kit.. Whoa"
Reizouko step back to dodge but got hit anyway. He flies a few feet back in the air. later he stands up and sees that there is a hole where Hope hits him." M.m. MY SHIRT. You punch a hole in my Shirt. you mis Kitty, You are a bad Kitty mis Kitty!" He cracks his neck and knuckles, and dust of his coat. "And besides its impolite to not offer a drink to some one else, so. Durinku Botoru!" Botoru changed into a large jagged sword and the chain enters his arm, When the chain enter Reizouko masked the pain of the chain." Yaiba Katto Toko!" The edge of Botoru begin to glow brightly and start chopping at Hope(Activating Shikai, that make Spirital power to 55 and using Yaiba Katto Toko. that cuts when the target if the targets spiritual power is lower... 128+120+122=370 words)
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:34 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - :: Shinji watched the pair fight as his eyes callously scanned their maneuvers and motions. The Soul Reaper's character data showed up on his glasses and he smirked as he saw that his reiatsu levels were lower than Hopes, but the fact remained that his data also showed he was a Vizard, so he had to wait and see if the kid was ballsy enough to draw that accursed mask.Hope grinned as she clawed a hole in his shirt. To most, they would consider it a miss, but she considered it making it easier for her to get to the meat that was underneath the meager cloth protection. "Nyaaaaaan~" She said with a purr that would make almost anyone thrown off at the gesture as she was being chopped at. The goal was to avoid the slices enough so she didnt get killed, before she took another swipe at tearing up his shirt and sending maybe a few scratches down his chest...he'd have to draw his Vizard mask to best her.Quote: Doll's Stats Reiatsu: 200 Speed: 150 Strength: 5 Defense: 5 Stamina: 40 Spiritual Power:-[150] Nyaan's Defensive power = 187; So she dodged your slices. Doll's Ability: [Starter] NYAAN!: By making a cute cat-like sound, Hope can startle attackers and almost instantly disrupt an attack against her or an ally using her Speed*[1.25] as the defensive power for the technique. (basically its a comical block/dodge) 3 SP/Use [1 Post Cooldown]Quote: 235+290+120+122 + 128 + 179 = 1074
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