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Post by Nero Caddock on Jul 7, 2018 0:16:09 GMT
By the time Praeto had returned to his dojo the sun was hitting its peak. Initially the little boy hadn't been a heavy burden, but as the day dragged on his meagre weight became a great burden. Their chance encounter happened when Praeto was out hiring mercenaries per request of sensei Yomo, but as luck would have it, he found none. Only this feral boy. The boy (whose name he had not yet learned) was attempting to kill a local farmer's bull (for whatever reason), and from the farmers plea, Praeto interrupted the boy.
The throbbing in his hand drew his eyes down to his pinky finger that had been bitten off by the boy. It was carefully wrapped in white medical linen. It had taken nearly all I had to wrestle the boy away from the livestock and get that bokken away from him. Praeto looked over his shoulder to Nero who had been knocked out, bound with rope and gagged (with the same white bandage Praeto used for his finger). The boy slept inside a wicker basket with straps that fell over Praeto's shoulders. Nero's blue hair bounced up and down to the rhythmics of Praeto's walking patterns.
Hopefully the other disciplines were luckier than I was, I doubt that his boy will cooperate in the least. Praeto's brown eyes caught sight of his Dojo in the distance and the flag of the Green viper billowing in the wind above the building. The dojo sat at a large forest treeline, stradling a field of wheat. It was the only building on the dirt path for a mile in each direction. When he reached the gates of the dojo he was greeted by younger disciplines.
"Who is that?" One of the younger students asked.
"A brigand I found attempting to steal some livestock. Where is Sensei Yomo?"
"He's waiting for you in the main hall." Another student put in.
Praeto removed his sandals outside of the main hall, shifting the basket off his back, and lifting it by the straps (with his uninjured hand). Praeto noticed the others had been more successful than himself. There were a total of five strangers in the main hall, including seven of the higher ranked disciplines. The disciplines sat on their knees before Sensei Yomo, while the strangers (presumably adventurers and mercenaires) stood scattered around the hall. Praeto dropped the wicker basket on the floor, bowing to Yomo. This caused Nero's eyes to open.
(All the adventurers here were hired under the assumption of pay, but you can enter your characters however you want)
Yomo nodded in return to Praeto, his old glassy eyes fixated on the boy who had been dragged here. His jowls shifting as he turned away from the boy.
"When the rest of my senior disciplines return, I will explain your task." Old Yomo's voice quivered, his eyes scanning over the rest of the adventurers.
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Post by Admin on Jul 9, 2018 13:44:46 GMT
Alma heard rumors of a dojo recruiting people since it been a while he had to tussle and he needs to brush up, he elected to make the travel plans to check it out. At first, he decided to sightsee and take pictures of the area to show off to his daughter. However, he was mistaken for someone else and now he is inside the dojo, surrounded by some rather rough looking young men. Alma is a large man, muscle on top of muscle, as one would say. His most striking feature is not his overly build muscle body but his rainbow dye color hair.
He’s not sure if this the dojo he had heard about or not so he elected to stick around. His back is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. A young boy enters the dojo and bows before the master while getting instructions. A sense of being watched overcome Alma and his eyes scans the area to find a few young girls in gi’s starting at him, giggling like schoolgirls. He politely waves at them and they giggle more with one of the mercs gives him the jealous stink eye. Still, he has no idea what he even here and what the purpose of gathering all these people.
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Post by Nero Caddock on Jul 10, 2018 0:37:05 GMT
The last two disciplines arrived taking a seat before the sensei, but not before bowing.
"Please forgive my deception." Old Yomo cried, putting his palms flat on the floor. "But we have no money to pay you." Yomo held his bow low to the ground to show submission.
"We need your help." He cried.
The mercenaries gathered themselves, exiting through the broad double doors. They were only here for money.
Upon seeing the comotion, Nero squirmed his way from the basket, contracting his body to move like an inchworm towards the exit(his body still bound by rope). This is my chance, while they're fixated on those guys leaving, I can escape! The calloused bare foot of Praeto slammed onto Nero' back, pinning him down.
"Not you, boy." Praeto's dark brown eyes glared. "You broke the law and we have the right to turn you in." Praeto loosed the binding around the boy's mouth. "Its your choice. Help us or face the consequences."
"I was catchin' dinner." Nero answered from the ground.
"Poaching a farmers livestock is illegal. Everyone knows that, idiot." Praeto insisted.
"It was my dinner, Idiot." Nero's face flushed with anger.
There were only two left now, old Yomo disrearned. The first was only a boy(Nero). The boy's hair was blue, cut roughly at the shoulder. The young nero had a slender frame, he(Yomo) saw. Quick to anger as well. Yomo thought. Then there was the only real candidate left: A man with rainbow colored hair. Out of all of us here, he is the only warrior. Maybe he can kill...
"Please!" Yomo pleaded again. "You two must save this school."
The old man lowered his head pondering.
"I have unleashed a demon on this world." Yomo spoke.
Nero's golden eyes flashed up from the floor to look at the old man.
"A former student of mine has went rogue, using our martial arts for his own twisted purposes. He has taken many lives. I suspect he will come for me next. We don't have the strength to face him. I am too old and my students are to inexperienced for real combat. I have no Jenny for which to pay you, but you two are welcome to our hospitality. I know it is not much in lue of payment..." Yomo's eyes filled with tears.
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Post by Admin on Jul 11, 2018 0:02:44 GMT
Ren rp training part 3 (continue from another thread)
Alma watches everything transpire, so far there is nothing for him to say or do. One guy comes in, there is something about money and something about the law. Again, he has no clue but to stand here and look pretty. The girl in the distance and now closed, as everything goes on, she has been inching closer and closer to Alma. He can only guess she’s still green and has little to no experience so perhaps everything has nothing to do with her. Alma is entertained by her actions and merely smiles. She gets close and hands him a small piece of paper and then she runs back to her spot before the master takes notice of her movement. Alma looks down and sees the lass had given him her number, he places it inside his pocket but he intends to make that call, he’s taken after all. One of the mercs jealously is getting the best of him as he starts to make his move to the girl, apparently, he sees himself as a player or some sort.
“Hands off jerk,” the woman yelled at him. The man keeps his hand on her hand and demands her to give him her number. Alma sighs and approaches him, with his Ren nen activated, allowing it to spread across the room just for a few seconds, that few seconds is enough to alert everyone. “Stop this tomfoolery or would you rather take this outside?” The man doesn’t know anything about Nen and can only fall to his bloodlust. He lets the girl arm go and makes a run for it out the door. All of this while his smile has never left his face. He makes sure the lass is fine and then takes his position. His glance back at the girl he saved and sees her blushing and giggling hard.
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Post by Nero Caddock on Jul 11, 2018 0:05:40 GMT
Name: Big Trouble in little Awatto
Level: 1
Description: Beck a villainous former student of the Green Viper dojo seeks to eliminate his former master and disciplines. Master Yomo from the Green viper Dojo is hiring fighters to protect himself and his students.
Reward: 5 Jenny per character
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Post by Lilium Gold on Jul 11, 2018 20:36:57 GMT
Lilium sighed. It was another boring day and her father had gone off to an unknown city to do... god knows what. Lilium had not bothered asking why he was there. She was usually quiet when it came to matters such as these. Ever since her mother passed away, Lil had been heedful with her words around her father. Well, she was as cautious as she could be, at least, which turned out to be not that cautious. He still got on her nerves more often than not, which made her playfully lash back out at him. But, she noticed, whenever she was playful, her father was, too. In the end, Lilium thought, maybe it was better that she acted normal. It had been a long time since her mother had passed away, after all.
Alma had told Lil to stay in YorkNew, but where was the fun in that? If anything, it was his own fault that Lilium decided to trail him to Awatto. He should have known that she wanted to come along... or, at least, that's how Lilium rationalized it.
She had followed him for a while now, up until he entered the dojo. She waited outside for him to come out, assuming he was just in there for a visit. She was only waiting for a little while before she heard an altercation inside, before a man ran out of the building.
Suddenly on high alert, Lilium entered through the same entrance that he exited, worried that her father might be injured in some way. However the only thing that greeted her was... bloodlust. It chilled her to the bone, making her shiver under its influence. She looked around. The source of this menacing presence was none other than... Alma? That Alma? Her loving, doting father, who was always joking around?
She was inside the entrance now, but Lil instinctively pulled away from Alma's presence.
"... Dad?" she said hesitantly, grabbing her opposite arm just above the elbow and giving him an uncomfortable gaze.
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Post by Nero Caddock on Jul 12, 2018 0:37:06 GMT
[Nero's Post]
Nero was impressed by the old master's display of emotion. I might get a chance to fight this 'demon' he's talking about. Yomo's mentioning of Beck had Nero shivering with excitement at the thought of such a touted formidable opponent. Nero sat up squirming under the tightness of the ropes that bound his body.
"Take these ropes off, feed me, then I'll hunt down this 'student' of yours." Nero answered to Yomo.
After the ropes were removed by Praeto and his Bokken was given back, Nero had to started to inquire about Becks location but was interrupted by Alma's bloodlust display. The hair on the back of Nero's neck stood on end. I didn't think anyone so strong would be here. This guys is dangerous! How did I not notice this guy. Nero was taken aback that Alma had ignored Yomo's emotional plea and instead focused on some mercenary that had been fixated on a woman discipline. Nero turned his head left then right, his limited intelligence trying to grasp why the Rainbow-haired man had ignored Yomo.
"I get it." Nero pointed at Alma, "You're an Idiot."
Nero began picking his nose as Lilium appeared in the doorway. Who's this? 'Dad'? Nero thought, while his finger dug deeper into his nose.
[Praeto's Post] (The Senior most Discipline)
Well at least we were able to come to an agreement. The boy Nero is strong enough to help with Beck and that's all that matters. Praeto thought as he unbound Nero. Praeto hadn't noticed Alma either, he had been enthralled by his Sensei's emotional speech. Praeto's neck snapped around quickly to face Alma upon the bloodlust release. Yes this is what we need! He's much stronger than the boy, we can win now..... The man with the rainbow hair was ignoring Yomo? We're in trouble. I didn't think it was possible to find a bigger dumbass than Nero, but here he stands. Praeto thought as he looked at Alma.
Praeto stood beside Nero, "Hey moron, Sensei Yomo was talking to you" He said to Alma.
All these thoughts were swept away by the arrival of Lilium. Red flowers bloomed on Praeto's cheeks. Who is she? She's an angel, truly divine. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.. Praeto thought as he turned his face away from her to hide his blushes.
[Yomo's Post] (Master of the Dojo)
And as if on cue the old master Yomo fell in line with Praeto and Nero:
"Did you hear a thing I said you little imbecile!" Yomo threw one of his slippers at Alma.
I can be thankful that he chased away a trouble maker though! But I'm not sure this colorful man is much better. He is definitely a trouble making welp.
"YOU. HELP. SAVE. MY. DOJO. FROM. BAD. GUY.--IMBECILE." Praeto spoke slow to Alma as if he talking to a child.
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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2018 23:40:14 GMT
Alma cheeks turn red and he keeps his face away from everyone while avoiding eye contact. It seems he let out too much bloodlust as everyone turns to face him. Not only that, his daughter makes her way through the door. “Lily, what are you doing here my beautiful child?” Alma expression quickly change into his usual self, no longer showing either the bloodlust or his embarrassing side. “What are you doing across the world?”
However, since Alma been busy in his own world and dealing with the merc previously, it seems they are agitated and begin calling him names. Alma eyebrow flinches briefly as he turns to face them but his smile never leaves his face. “I’ve never been in a fight in my entire life, that there was just… using my anti boy face when someone flirts with my daughter,” he says while waving his hand at them. If any of them have perception skill, they can see through his acting. “Heck, I’m a mere tourist who got dragged in here, I have no clue what is going on.”
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Post by Lilium Gold on Jul 13, 2018 3:30:04 GMT
Lilium's eyes darted from the floor to Alma's and back again. She seemed to have trouble keeping her gaze up, her usual confident, snarky tone all but drained from her. Even in the eighteen years she had lived with her father, he had never shown that type of scary face around her- and now that she had seen it, she wondered if there were other things that her father showed her that was not quite the truth.
The young girl did not buy her father's excuse, not for one moment. However, she decided not to press the matter, especially in front of all these people.
Lil's gaze turned towards the old man that was speaking to Alma like he had some sort of speech impediment. He looked to be the oldest one here, so she guessed he was in some sort of leadership position. She narrowed her eyes at the old man, anger building in her.
"Hey, bitch," she said confidently, mirroring a kitten's resemblance of the blood thirst that her father had just shown.
"Who do you think you're talking to? You, who can't even save his own dojo?" she said, standing up straight and flipping her hair over her shoulder. Even though she was shorter, she looked as if she was looking down on the old man. Her ice blue eyes threw daggers into his, her gaze unwavering.
"Since I'm so nice, I'll help an old guy out. Dad always said to help out your elders."
Biting onto every word, Lilium flicked her gaze back to her dad.
"You got us into this, now, so let's help." she sighed. Why must she always be dragged into her father's predicaments?
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Post by Nero Caddock on Jul 13, 2018 6:56:35 GMT
[Praeto's Post]
I can't even look at her, such beauty. Lily, ah. A fitting name for an angel indeed. Praeto's eyes bulged from their sockets as the sweet 'angel' spoke again. His blush faded away. I was wrong! What a horrible mouth! She's not an angel but a demon. A demon. On top of that the rainbow-haired fellow had never been in fight before? What a useless group of morons. How could we have ever come to this crossroads...
[Yomo's Post]
Oh no, 'never been in a fight before'. My school is doomed. When Beck arrives he'll plow through these three like a hot-knife through butter. Though maybe, they'll weaken Beck enough so my disciplines finish him off, or at least buy us enough time to escape. Yes. YES. That'll do perfect. Yomo flattened the ruffles in his robe with palms of his hands. Lowering his head slightly as Lilium berated him.
"You are quite right, child. I have not been dutiful in training my students. If I had been we would not so desperately need you three here now. My apologies for our rudeness. Let's put this mess behind us. I'll have my disciplines prepare a feast for us and I will do my best to set you three up with a plan to defeat my former student, Beck." The old man's hands clapped together as he finished speaking, and a little woman ran out to hear his request.
[Nero's Post]
Still digging in his nose for boogers, Nero listened to both Alma and Lilium. He didn't think much of what they said, instead, blankly staring at them as they talked. Nero pulled his index finger out of his nostril, pointing it at Lilium then Alma.
"Boobs and Idiot. You guys are weird. I'm Nero." He began to laugh as he said it. The prospect of the two brought him so much joy, Nero clutched his stomach. A strong guy who couldn't fight and a girl who talked back to elders. Weirdos.
[11:30 pm]
And so the night went on. They feasted on duck and rice. Some of the disciplines brought out instruments while others sang to the melodies they played. This went on late into the night until Yomo sent all of his disciplines to bed, then he told the group of how they could beat Beck.
"We've braced up the main hall doors, Beck will no doubt try to break through and will succeed. If you strike at him as he's broken through the doors you will have advantage, not much, but at least the element of surprise." Old Yomo told, "Now I will go rest these old bones and see you at sunrise. Good luck!"
[01:57 am]
Everyone had gone to bed but the three adventurers. Nero waited by the door in silence, leaning back on a large wooden pillar. His Bokken in his lap, he dazed off in his thoughts... He wondered how strong this Beck guy would be, and if he would be fun to fight. He thought about if he lost to Beck and what that would mean. How could he ever win against Vikrum if he couldn't even beat this Beck guy? Then a emotion he had never experienced before begun to wash over him. Nero wouldn't have known what the word for this emotion was, but he knew he didn't like it. It ached and gnawed at the soft parts of his mind.
These thoughts were cut off as the main hall's door burst into splinters that danced in the air. Leaving a shadowy figure of a man standing in the moonlight.
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Post by Admin on Jul 14, 2018 0:03:40 GMT
Lilum stands up for Alma to the old man who called him an idiot. Alma pats her softly and sighs, “Now now, watch your language; I raised you better than to throw curses at people, especially to your elders.” The old man mentions a feast to help lower tension, Alma claps his hands together. “Goodie, I haven’t had anything to eat all day, I’m in a dire need of some protein.”
Unfortunately, some idiot who was picking his nose calls Alma an idiot and refers to his daughter as boobs. Right afterward, he begins laughing. Alma puts his hands together and lets out a long-winded sigh and then point his at him. “Child….”
During the Feast, Alma had eaten a large portion of the food; whenever someone brought it up, he mentions the fact that his muscles require more food than the normal person. Even at home, his home cook meals are in a large portion and it mainly goes to him. The female students and staff tried hitting on him and per usual, he politely rejected them saying he is taken.
At some point, he grabs an apple and squeezes it hard but nothing happens. He mutters quietly to himself as he signs, “If she saw how weak I got, she laugh would at me.”
The old man goes into the battle plan, truth to be Alma was barely paying attention. He had stomach cramps and lots of pressure into his stomach. Right afterward, he would run to the bathroom and take care of his business. Even as time grows close, Alma is running in and out of the restroom. Once it’s close to 2am, there a loud noise as if something exploded. However, Alma was still…taking care of business in the bathroom. “Uuuuuugh.”
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Post by Lilium Gold on Jul 14, 2018 17:15:38 GMT
Lilium was simultaneously flattered and offended at being called "boobs." Not that she liked being objectified, but it was just that Lil's boobs were rather... small. In a way, the child was validating that she was a full-grown woman! But, in another way, it was incredibly rude. Lilium was about to berate him, when Alma started laughing. Seeing that her father was in such a good mood, she decided to drop it.
Once the food was placed in front of her, all of Lilium's worries melted away. She loved some good food, and sampled each dish a little. She saw her father grab an apple and squeeze it while muttering.
"Don't worry dad, I expected you to get weak in your old age." she said playfully, but deep down she knew he wasn't referring to her.
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"Hey? Dad? The dude we're supposed to beat up is here." Lilium sighed and knocked on the door to the bathroom with one hand, while holding her knife in the other. As soon as the man had broken through the door, she had channeled her zetsu and slunk off to go alert her father. No use trying to fight him head-on by herself.
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Post by kirin on Jul 15, 2018 23:58:18 GMT
Sora earlier decided to take on a job to pay for the expenses of his apartment little did he know how far away it would be he took the bus using up the last of his pocket money decided it would a waste of time so he walked to the dojo. As he walked in he saw a man with the strangest colored head walk into a small hallway followed by a familiar looking girl who appeared in front of the bathroom talk ing in a hushed voice. He looked over at a broken door a little ways down he walked through it looking around for the sensei of the place seeing a old man in a Gi walked over to him completely ignoring the surroundings " Hey sir are you.." He pulls out a slip of paper that he found on the street with the details. "... Yomo?"And before the old man could answer " What does this Beck person look like anyway? " He puts his hand in his pocket feeling the small knife he brought with him waiting for the old man to answer.
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