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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 2:10 pm
Description: As one steps off the tram, they would first notice intense heat and humidity, and the smell of smoke thick in the air. The combination is enough to make breathing difficult at first. The landscape is blackened and gray compared to the lush greens of most of the Academy. That's because the plants have been charred, leaving ash and coal on the ground and the crumbling remains of a tree stump here and there. Greenery is trying to return, but the intense heat coming off of the Ho Dojo leaves room for nothing but the hardiest of shrubs.
The Ho Dojo itself is a huge, boxy structure mostly comprised of iron. The closer one gets to it, the more the heat builds, and the more one is reminded of an oven. A set of double doors are the entrance to the dojo. Once they open, one is blasted with a still higher degree of heat and humidity. The heat isn't enough to kill, but it comes close.
Three levels make up this building. The main level is one big room. The once gray granite floors are charred and blackened like the landscape of the dojo. Flames have licked the walls and formed the faces of Oni, their fanged maws open and laughing at those who can't take the intense heat of the Ho Dojo. The heat in here is constant, and seems to radiate from the floor. Once one chooses one of the doors on the back wall of the dojo, they will see why.
Two doors are centered next to each other on the dojo's far wall. One of them, the door on the left, is about a foot thick, and opens with a turn of a wheel that tightly locks it once closed. The same wheel is on the inside, to insure users don't become trapped. That door opens, and most people become choked with heat. A bright orange glow leads one down an enclosed spiraling stair case, this also made of iron. There's a landing at the end, a space of about 4' x 4', with walls on both sides. After that, it's a four foot drop into a pool of simulated lava that is the size of the Ho Dojo's main room. Normally, the lava's heat would instantly kill a human being at a distance of five feet. Falling in would be certain death, instant incineration. In this case, though, contact with the lava would only mean severe burns. Serious Ho training starts down here.
The other door in the main room, the one on the right, leads to a much happier place. Of course, that depends on your definition of happy. It's thick, too, and opens the same way, but it's meant for insulation instead of an attempt to save the dojo in case a pool of simulated lave gets out of hand. One is met with another spiral stair case of iron. It's pitch black in the stair case, unless one has their own light. As one goes up, they would notice that the temperature steadily drops. By the time they get to the landing at the top, it's feeling pretty good. Once they open the door, it's like a breath of fresh air. This is the "Frigidarium", or "Cold Room". It's not really cold, unless one has come up the stairs too quickly. The temperature of this room is a pretty constant 70 degrees Fahrenheit. What keeps this floor so cool? The floor is heavily insulated against the rest of the dojo's heat. The attic is filled with a cooling system that emits air via small, discreet vents in the Frigidarium's ceiling. The first room of this floor runs the width of the dojo's back wall. To the left of one's sight is an area much like a living room, with couches, chairs, and coffee tables. To the right is the kitchen and dining area, fully equipped with cabinets, a sink, an oven and range, a refrigerator, and dining tables and chairs. Once one passes through a door centered on the wall opposite the stair case, they find themselves in a long hall. The left side only has two doors, evenly spaced along the wall. The first door leads to the ladies' locker room, restrooms, and showers. The second goes to the mens' facilities. On the right side of the hall, it's nothing but simple dorm rooms, with the exception of the last two doors. Those are the offices of the Ho Dojo's sensei and shojiki.
Stepping off of your, the humidity is almost too much to bare. Walking along ash and coals a smokey smell fills your nostrils and soon enough, you are presented with a large iron structure, like a huge over, the Ho dojo radiates heat to an unfathomable degree. Though you wouldn't die, it feels as hot as a face melting guitar solo.
The Heat is almost badass.
With the hot doors creaking open, even more sweltering air pushes out, as the charred granite floor burns into your soul and the flame licked walls almost laugh at those that cannot take the heat, being tattooed with the faces of laughing Oni.
There are 3 floors here. The main room in which you would be in, a floor above known as a "Frigidarium" or "Cold Room" and a floor beneath the first floor, filled with a simulated lava, hot enough to burn severely, but not instantly kill by only being 5 feet away from it. Down there is where the serious training begins.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 12:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:21 am
In front of the dojo doors a large bag full of items from the dojo that was destroyed before this one was built.
"ATTENTION ALL GNA MEMBERS." The Loud intercom spoke.
"DUE TO RECENT CIRCUMSTANCES I REALIZE WE ARE NOW IN PRESSING TIMES. I KNOW, IMPLORE YOU ALL TO HEED THIS ADVICE, AND TAKE ON YOUR DUTY TO DEFEND THE ACADEMY. SOON, YOU WILL BE CALLED TO COMPLETE CERTAIN MISSIONS, PERTAINING TO THE DEFENSE OF YOUR HOME, AND YOUR LIVES. THIS IS KAIMEN, OVER AND OUT."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 10:19 pm
A woman is standing in front of the Ho Dojo. She is of average height for a woman, being about 5' 6". Her hip length hair, which is currently loose and straight, shines like silver in the light of the quickly disappearing moon. The stranger wears a light blue qipao decorated with pink peonies and gold trim. The garment only falls to the middle of her thighs, tightly hugs her figure, and slits in both sides run up to the tops of her shapely hips. A key hole helps emphasize her ample chest. The outfit is accented with bluish white high heels and wrist bangles of contrasting shades of blue. A burlap sack is slung over one shoulder, the string dangling from a finger. A silky tail, furry ears, and golden eyes hint at her vulpine nature. One might not guess her element is fire, but for the handful blue flames that seem to hang around her like will-o-the-wisp. Mingling with the flames is a swirling ball of air, a spark of energy at its core.
Golden eyes shut for a moment. She's taking in the heat and humidity. Each scent is noted. Every sound documented. There are energy signatures relatively nearby, and she takes note of each one. When she opens her eyes, the kitsune smiles.
This might not be so bad, little buddy. Let's see what the inside is like.
The kitsune walks forward and grabs the handles of the iron doors. Though they're hot, she doesn't seem to mind. With a quick jerk, she opens them up. The burst of hot air blows her hair back and makes her flames sputter. Grinning, she walks inside, not bothering to shut the doors.
To the kitsune, the place has obviously never been used. No scents greet her. Only very, very old ones. And she doesn't pick up on very much residual energy. What she does pick up on must have been used to create the dojo. That disappoints her. And it means her friend was right. The Ho Dojo is in desperate need of members.
Guess I've got some work to do. First off, I need to deposit my luggage. The kitsune spares the laughing Oni on the walls a glance. After that, I may decided to change the decor.
With a flick of her tail, the woman heads up to the Frigidarium. Once there, she finds herself a room makes herself comfortable.
(( Might I bring this to attention: The description of this dojo is a little vague. How do you get down to the lava room? Is is a staircase blocked off by an iron door? And where in the main room is this located? Where is the staircase to the Frigidarium located? And what makes the Frigidarium cold? Or is it simply a normal temperature, a place meant for students and teachers alike to comfortably rest? Also, are all of the facilities, such as the dorms, showers and bathrooms, kitchen, etc. in the Frigidarium? There are other things, but I think I've made my point. ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:40 pm
(( Much better! Makes RPing easier, too. ))
Psyche opens her feral golden eyes and stares up at the ceiling. Her belongings have already been neatly organized in the dorm room's bland dresser. After acclompishing that chore, she had laid down for a nap. The trip to the academy was a rough one. Now she wakes, and she feels restless.
Time to have some fun.
She sits up and gets to her feet. The lean fox stretches and yawns, reaching for the ceiling and standing on her toes. Once she's popped a few joints and loosened her muscles, she leaves her room. Psyche walks down the hall and into the main room of the Frigidarium. Then it's down the stairs, where she feels the heat gradually build. Heat blasts her as she opens the large insulated door and enters the dojo's main training room. She crosses the room in quick, long strides. Finally, she exits her new home.
Dawn is greeting the academy. Though she is a nocturnal creature, Psyche doesn't object to an early morning romp. Grinning a little, she breaks into a run. After she enters the cover of living trees, Psyche dives for the ground. In a flash of blue foxfire, the woman becomes a brilliant white fox. A yip echoes through the still air, and she aims for the Kaze Dojo.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 3:25 pm
Psyche is back at the Ho Dojo, though one cannot tell. Her energy seems to originate from no place in particular, though one can feel her presence. The fox is doing this on purpose. She observing the happenings of the Academy using her own special technique. But she doesn't want to get involved. Instead, she wants to see how the other people in the Academy will handle this. Until the event ends, or someone arrives at the Ho Dojo, she will remain hidden.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:47 pm
Reeve wipes his forehead, frowning as he steps off the tram.
"Like a ninja's picture of Mordor..."
Almost immediately, he strips off his combat vest and carries it over his shoulder. Too freaking hot. One of the facets of Bardiel he had gotten used to was the environmental balance system. Sixty-five degrees all the time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:55 pm
Psyche mentally blinks. She hadn't expected anyone to show up any time soon. At least, not a familiar face.
This'll be fun...
Oddly, pressure is applied on the top of Reeve's head. It comes in the form of four tightly spaced spots. These spots are actually paws. And should he look up, Reeve will be met with a furry white face, curious black nose, and inquisitive yellow eyes. Thanks to a technique of her own, the large fox seems to weigh just enough to get Reeve's attention.
"Long time no see."
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:59 pm
Reeve gives a nodding bounce of his head, hoping to dislodge her with a motion kin to bouncing a soccer ball.
"No kidding. I've got my excuses, but where have you been?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:08 pm
The fox's maw opens in an expression that might have been a grin. Reeve doesn't dislodge her. Instead, she's entertained. But Psyche can take a hint. The fox lightly leaps from his head and lands a few feet in front of him. When she turns to face Reeve, blue foxfire flares up. When it dies down, Psyche's standing there. She's traded her quipao for a suit of skin tight, bluish black material that shines like plastic, heavy boots, and a waist chain of silver.
"Excuse? No excuses. An opportunity came up, so I took it. Unfortunately, it required leaving the Academy. And opportunities kept coming afterward." She grins, and it's every bit a fox's expression. "Can't resist a good haul, or a good challenge. But, it was a fruitful absence. Another fox taught me how to tap into foxfire, something my parents have never had time to do. And from there I got into the use of real fire. I would still be out, working in my preferred profession, but Iri sent out a sort of distress signal. Looks like I'll be teaching now."
The fox turns around and heads for the Ho Dojo's entrance. Over her shoulder, she asks, "And how have you been? Not been here, it seems."
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:21 pm
"I've been...Bereft of my family, betrayed, used, shot in the head thrice, seduced, heartbroken and abandoned. In that order."
He looks her over, nodding. "Congratulations on the raise to Ho sensei, by the way.We need competent people like you wouldn't believe."
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:30 pm
Psyche stops with her hand on the Ho Dojo's door and looks back at Reeve. An eyebrow raises.
"Sounds like you need to get laid, buddy. That's depressing s**t." Obviously, Psyche isn't the most understanding person. Neither is she subtle. She opens one of the double doors and slips inside. "When I was here, you and Iri were together. Don't tell me Ms. Feathers was involved in any of that. She used to be such a well behaved girl."
Psyche aims to cross the Ho Dojo's main floor and aims for the door on the right. She's hungry, and there's food in the Frigidarium.
"Thanks, by the way. Not sure if I'm competent. People generally don't trust thieves that call their work a real profession. But, I can teach what I know. And I'm a damn good fighter. You still Rai Sensei? I'd like to pick up where I left off in my spare time."
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:35 pm
Reeve strokes his chin for a moment, then his eyes narrow in rare mischief.
"Get laid, huh? Well, if you're not too busy- though, I'm sure you'd need to walk later today..."
He holds his hands out disarmingly.
" As far as thieving goes- that's how I got my start here. Tried to pickpocket Nekojiri when I was a kid. I don't have any qualms with anyone who went pro, provided you're stealin' from the right people."
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:41 pm
Someone could be felt approaching the Ho dojo. Her chakra signature without an electrical signal coming from the head would be a good giveaway to Reeve at least. She had a jar at her side, not thinking anything of the fact as she approached the building, looking for two she sensed inside, wondering if she had been noticed.
((edited my mistake x.x))
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:46 pm
Psyche waves a hand in a dismissive manner. Then she turns the wheel on the big door and opens it. She begins to walk up the stairs, and orbs of foxfire come to life to light her way. She leaves closing the door to Reeve.
"Sorry, but I like them taller than you. And, really, it might be robbing the cradle on my part." She looks over her shoulder and grins. Apparently, part of that was a joke. But which part is unclear. Then she looks ahead again. "And I am an honorable thief. Both in the sense that I wouldn't mess around with a man that was with a dear friend at any one point, and in the sense that I only steal from those that don't need what they have.
The fox opens another door. By this time, the heat from the floor below is just a memory. And the refreshing cool of the Ho Dojo's common room makes it harder to remember.
An ear twitches. Psyche looks off into empty space. Her expression goes from playful to curious.
"Company..."
(( Edited. Just saw your post, H4X! My bad... ))
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