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Master's Dojo

Master owns this place, and allows for everyone to come here to fight and train with one another.

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Lord Saladin Akara [698] Yes, the one and only true original.
Reverent Judgement [664] [quote]The Legendary Paragon[/quote]
Derek Creed [168] http://www.animeleague.net/forums/viewtopic.php?f=25&t=1310&p=24355#p24355
Zerachiel [153] [quote]The loyal, wise, and simplistic guardian of them all. The very first guardian to fall into the arms of their 'Goddess'[/quote]
Bujingai [87]
Hero. [85]
Slick [81] As the moniker implies, he conducts himself with a certain gracefulness. He's tall, with sharp features and a perpetual smirk.
Ayani [81] Mother Nature in her human form. She's susceptible to pain, fear, and love, and can appear in any particular time setting.
Sicarius [69] the Darkest Drow

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Character Portrait: Johnathan Benson Character Portrait: Juri Han Character Portrait: Tsukibaiacchi (Tsuki) Character Portrait: Vexal
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John could have swatted the woman out of the sky as she fell like a child learning to play baseball, but instead let her fall. She did not waste time however, and rolled over to lash out for a furious sweep attack... and failed. He had been gripping the ground the moment before, and this vice-like lock meant he was as immovable as a lighthouse. Her leg crashed into his and stopped. It was like kicking a building.

John instantly took advantage of this, using her stalled leg and complete loss of momentum to detach one of his legs from the ground to grab hers. His taloned foot closed around her ankle like an alligator's jaws around the neck of a zebra. He instantly took to the sky, an unworldly wind billowing upward towards his wings with titanic force. The acceleration alone meant it would be near impossible, for anyone dragged along, to even lift one's arms or legs towards the sky. At this point, Juri would be a rag-doll.

"Do you yield?" He yelled through the whistling wind, gaining altitude at a faster and faster pace.

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There was a clattering from the back room of the dojo, the sound of things being knocked clumsily from shelves and weapons hitting the floor. A near silence followed as the crashes faded, though keen ears might have picked out the sound of something sliding and shuffling along the floor.

The door to the back room clicked, and it swung open just a few small inches. It was dark inside. Slowly a pair of wide, pure-white eyes peered out from the crack. A single black tendril crept around the door frame and nudged the door open slightly more.

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The steps leading up to the Master's prestigious dojo had always been busy with the traffic of students; coming and going; running up and running down. But the two students who stood on patrol under the open gate seemed to get a heavy feeling when they saw a particular one make his way up towards them. He was a stranger, and never before had he stepped foot there to practice or to learn from their many masters.

More worryingly, however, was the way he looked and dressed. His pale skin covered by a traditional, ceremonial clothing and a headdress stood atop his head to decorate his grey hair. His youthfulness was betrayed by his eyes, which held the taint of experience and a lust for power that could be matched by no usual man lest they had studied from one of the few dark manuscripts of the martial arts world. All students were warned away from those difficult-to-decipher symbols, and for good reason. Once you understood their true meaning, they changed you into something malevolent and greedy. An upset to the balance of Yin and Yang.

"May we help you?" One asked, as the stranger stopped at the top of the stairs and peered at them, one at a time.

"Yes, you may. I wish to speak to your master," Dark Sky replied, giving a slight bow of his head in respect.

"Our master is not present at this time. May I ask what it is you need of him so I can relay a message?"

"You may," the stranger answered with a nod. "Though as they say, actions speak louder than words."

".. How do you mean?" One asked, looking at the other.

"Well.. Leaving his students defeated, ashamed and dying is much more likely to get me a reply now, isn't it?"

They replied with their swords, suddenly drawing them from their hips and swinging out for the man who had clearly shown his intent to cause trouble. Their blades, however, would hit nothing but air as he deftly moved his form around, between and through each strike. He retaliated with blows of his own, fingers striking precisely at points across their body, then a sudden gust of Chi that resulted from him pushing out his arms knocking them aside and wincing.

As they scrambled to get up, Sky shook his head. "That technique is known as 'Restore The Balance of Yin and Yang'. You have roughly eight seconds to do as the title orders, or you will both immediately lose your lives."

With a sly smile, he stepped inside, where dozens of other opponents awaited him.

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Pretty dark eyes looked down at the fallen students of Master's Dojo. Mei tilted her head curiously and slapped her fan closed against her palm. A lovely smile spread across the young woman's face and she giggled in the back of her throat.

"Apologies are to be made. Forgive Dark Sky," Mei Fen said to the two students desperately attempting recover their balance.

"It is very important that we speak to Master," said Mei Fen. "Do us a favor and die please. It surely will grab Master's attention." The young woman opened her fan with a quick flick of her wrist and held it in front of her face.

Caofu robes dusted the face of one of the students as Mei Fen stepped over him. She hurried followed after Dark Sky and dainty shut the doors of the dojo behind her.

Mei Fen took off her shoes and wiggled her tiny, dainty, toes. Her feet were much smaller than was normal but Mei Fen was also much more petite than most ladies her age. She only stood a perfect five feet tall and could not have weighed more than ninty pounds. Most of that weight came from her hair which if not put up properly came down to the young woman's knees.

Mei Fen snapped her fan closed against her palm and looked around the dojo with curious excitement in her eyes. Her head tilted when she noticed something peculiar. There was a pair of eyes and a sliver of a black substance peeking out from a storage room.

Mei Fen opened her fan and walked toward the anomaly on her teeny feet.

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Fear spread amongst the Dojo like a fire. The other students were reacting to the events outside, spreading word. It could feel them.

Then the song came. Quiet at first, but steadily crescendoing in the minds of all present until it was clear as day. The melody was eerie and alien, but despite that, strangely comforting. The panicking students grew slowly calm, lulled from their fear and disharmony into a warm, dream-like state of peace. Many found themselves lost from their surroundings altogether, drawn into a vision of rolling fields and beautiful flowers, where a perfect summer day beat down on them from overhead.

Amongst the fields, there was one figure who was not of the students, a slight androgynous figure with pitch-black long hair and pale skin, wrapped in a robe of black where they sat amongst the flowers. They seemed distracted, like they were focused on another world entirely.

Whether it would have the same unnatural effect on Mei and Sky, however, was uncertain.

The eyes from the storage room watched Mei warily, tendrils retreating back around the frame, waiting to see if she and her companion were drawn into the dream like the students or not.

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He felt the strange presence trying to pull at his mind, but he wasn't completely sucked in by it. The fields and flowers appeared to him as a screen flickering through the static of reality, one moment peace, the next slaughter. Still, this was most displeasing. He could not justify slaughtering those who lacked the will to even fight back, so he left them, walking through them to follow his female friend Mei, who seemed to have found something interesting; perhaps even a source.

"What is it?" He asked, as he slid his sword back down into the scabbard by his side.

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It was such a beautiful and wonderful song, Mei Fen found herself thinking.

Mei Fen closed her fan and crouched down almost in a sit on the floor. She tilted her head the other way and blinked her big, beautiful, dark eyes. She could feel Dark Sky at her back without him even saying a word.

"A new friend, perhaps," Mei Fen said optomistically. She giggled in the back of her throat and held out a hand for the creature, inviting it to come out to say hello.

"I won't hurt you," promised Mei Fen. Of course it was never Mei that did the hurting. That was Dark Sky's role in their pairing.

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"Says no hurt, but brings it here. Pain and dying, fear. It sees them follow her, in him." The creature's voice was definitively inhuman, a blend of high and low tones, as though there were several speaking through it. "They reject its song. Why? Song to stop the dying, to stop the fear. But they don't want it to end."

The door of the storeroom was shoved fully open, and the being surged out into the open at surprisingly speed. Tendrils snaked outwards, carrying it along the ground as though it were riding a wave of black, before latching onto the wall and pulling it up into the upper corner of the room, on the ceiling.

The creature consisted of a mass of tentacles that twined with one another and extended outwards in all directions, originating from a more solid mass of black in the centre. From that same centre, what appeared to be its main body originated, a stretched and unnervingly flexible torso with another pair of tendrils in place of arms. Its face was dominated by a pair of large white eyes, lacking in any pupil or iris to diminish their hollow stare. What might have been a head of messy long hair hung around its shoulders, but given that like the rest of its body, it was pure black, it was hard to tell whether it was hair or just a further extension of its body.

"It smells the death on them." Zexal hissed, head rotating around to look between them.

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"Stop playing with it," he ordered like some stern, jealous man. "We've clearly wasted our time here and I will not fight those who cannot fight back, so let us just leave. Perhaps we'll try again tomorrow, once this.. Creature isn't here."

He reached down to the ground, beginning to examine the wooden flooring with brushes of his fingers. It didn't feel particularly strange considering that the black thing had just 'slimed' it's way over that bit of floor, but he supposed there was no point lingering on it. Strange creatures were everywhere these days; apparently the Gods didn't feel fit to keep them separated from mortal kind anymore.

At least the powers that be had made an effort to stop Sky, even if it wasn't a personal endeavor. Now it was like they were just letting the things leave; guards too busy with their wine and concubines to care.

"Come, Mei," he called as he began to walk away.

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"Mmm," Mei Fen hummed as she debated on what to do. She stood up slow and narrowed her eyes at the creature pinned to the ceiling.

"But such a pretty creature with such a pretty voice should be caged. It's just like a yellow birdie. I want to make it sing for me," Mei Fen said to Dark Sky. The small young lady sighed as if she was being denied a new toy. It was just like Dark Sky to keep her from being entertained. All he ever wanted to do was become the best.

"Shall we go into the city? There are many people there. I am sure we can find someone for you to defeat that will give you honor and renown," Mei commented as she came to Dark Sky's side.

"And I want some bubble tea."

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A odd mismatched looking creature stumbled into the dojo, looking around in wonderment as it whistled, obviously impressed with ancient training grounds of martial arts. Xanthodont JR. had never seen such a place before, though this member of it's species was fairly new, his suitcase which he held in one tentacle only recently cobbled together, as well as the other pair of gadgets he had placed in his back pocket, which hung from his rope belt.
"Hello folks of the inhabiting of this building place, is there anyone in the being here, yes yes?", he called out casually as he scratched his bulbous gut with his spare tentacle.

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The area of the Master's Dojo was very quiet, hardly anyone was outside in this cool morning air except for the sounds of punches being laid on a rear practice dummy. The punches and kicked seemed to be inhumanly fast as were the cries of a female voice beating on them. Suddenly, a dummy flew into the air and landed in the main front yard as a woman no older then twenty four flew from the back to the front and snorted a little "Damned thing...they just keep on breaking. Man they dont know how to build good dummies anymore" She said, adjusting her armor a little before looking at the rather strange looking alien with a sneer

"Man...you look like hell. What happened to you?" She asked, reaching into her pocket to pull out a small, thin cigarette and quickly lit it with a snap of her fingers "Get hit by a truck or something?" She asked with a laugh as she levitated into the air and hovered just a few inches off the ground "Well...I certainly heard you talking so speak up tentacle man" She said while cracking her knuckles

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Xanth JR. attention quickly switched his attention to the sight of a woman in unusual combat armor giving a huge cries of aggression as he pummeled a practise dummy through the air form her excessive and blindingly fast attacks before landing with disdain at how easily broken it was. Xanth JR. eyes brightened with interest at such a spectacle, it certainly wouldn't be boring here. He rubbed his huge jaw with anticipation.

The woman then addressed him rudely as she lit a cigarette with her bare fingers, insulting his appearance and hovering a few feet off the ground, to which the purple skinned clone looked up in fascination giving a childish "Oooooooooooooo!", his eye's changing more frequently in vibrant colours.
He then cleared his throat, despite being a creature without need for breath, and replied to her calmly, seemingly unphased by the insults. "Hello miss warrior, I am Xanth JR., I am of a race of arcane clones which wander abouts and such. I was searching around of the place for the people who do the punching, yes yes. You defeated that immobile statue very goodly indeed! I asks if possible, the task is, to be of the enrolling into this battle school." He then gave a flourishing bo, before adding; "Unless it turns out to be greatly of the boring variety, then I will leave, yes yes. "

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"The wha?" She said while scratching her head gently, running her gloved fingers through her hair while letting her long monkey tail uncoil from her waist to sway from side to side "Man tentacles you speak in the weirdest frigging way. Try speaking sense" She said, taking another pull on her cigarette. Vasha had seen some weird shit before in her life but this took the cake. When it's eyes turned multiple colors, she was a tad put off by it and now it's talk of a battle school just made her more confused

"Enrolling into a Battle School? Umm....can you speak more sense about that tentacles?" She asked the creature, cracking her knuckles again loudly as well as her neck "Please try to use some better English if you don't mind. Be a pal" She said while tapping her cigarette with the end of her finger to let the ash fall to the ground

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Xanthodont JR. scratched at the tangled turquoise upknot style hair of his in confusion, the constantly colour changing eyes of his slowing down greatly. He wondered what on earth he said to confuse the monkey woman, having believed to be speaking quite normally. Perhaps she was stupid? He furrowed his non existent brow as he concentrated carefully on re-phrasing his words, his green forked tongue hanging at the corner of his great jaw, brushing against one of his yellow fangs.

"I am Xanthodont JR., of the Purple Horde. We like to wander. You were impressive at the punching of the doll, yes yes. I would like to join this place of the fighting arts, goodly. Unless it is of the boring type.", the peculiar creature stammered out carefully, before giving a sigh of relief, quickly followed with an expression of satisfaction, flaring his nostrils in pride. He had a feeling the monkey woman understood him perfectly this time, and that the would hopefully never have to do anything so taxing again in his life.

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She blinked as she understood him while taking another drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke from her nostrils "Oooooh!!" She said while chuckling a little "I get ya know tentacle man...but I don't own this place. Its owned by some guy called the Master, whoever he is. Haven't met the guy but I love his gym. Though he needs to get better sparring dummies" She said while pointing behind her at the destroyed training dummy, the straw falling out of it's chest gently from the tears in it's sack

"Though if your looking to spar, I wouldn't mind something that can move and fight back. A little challenge but I doubt you have much of a spine. You and those fancy words of yours...you sound like an egghead" She laughed a little at her own words and proceeded to float on her back while tapping her foot in mid air "You like to fight? Or are you just an egghead tentacle man?" She asked him, waiting for his answer with a sneer on her face

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Xanth JR. gave a face of realisation and slight disappointment, curious on who this 'Master' was that the monkey woman had not met. He peered over at the broken training dummy, it's straw organs clambering for escape before pitching in; "Yes, it seems the men of straw need much greater of the strength against hitting. I wonder where this Master is."

He then seemed somewhat taken off guard by the woman's request for a battle, declaring him to be spineless and an egghead, sneering at him as Vasha floated on her back. Xanth JR. put down his suitcase a moment before clapping his tentacles in excitement. "You are of the mistaken i'm afraid, yes yes. I have the spine in back, as do many of the Xanthodont JRs. do. I do not think my bounce is an egg. As for fighting, I have not done much, since I am of the three years of aging and not of the greatly strong, so this will be fun time, yes yes."
He then quickly picked up his suitcase before suddenly stretching out the tentacle holding and attempting to strike Vasha down with it, much like with a hammer, and proclaiming loudly; "Here we are of the going into the violence, with this Yellow Toothed One starting, goodly."

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Vasha grinned a little as the tentacle man had agreed to fight her and watched his movements very carefully and even let him raise up a tentacle to slam it down on her. With ease, she blocked it with her forearm and grabbed it "Hmm...a little slow..." She said while floating upwards to attempt to pull him into the air "Your gonna have to be much faster if you want to land a blow on me" She said while letting go of his tentacle about ten feet off the ground "Come on! Throw more punches, show me your strength!! I want a challenge!!" She said while pounding her chest with her fist "Ill even let you throw another...try to make it a good one though"

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Xanth JR. grinned in admiration of his attack being blocked, to which he recoiled his tentacle as Vasha released it, quickly then deciding to open his suitcase. This monkey woman probably would be easier to beat with some type of weapon on hand. There was a bright flash of light as the bronze suitcase known as The Omni-content Suitcase created an item for it's owner. Xanth JR's. grin faded when his eyes met with the sight of a pineapple. He sighed as quickly took the fruit out of the suitcase, snapping it shut shortly after, stared at the fruit carefully for a few moments, before lobbing it at Vasha.
He then proceeded to begin hammering at her with one tentacle clasping the suitcase, while whipping at her legs with the other spare tentacle, flailing with both in a messy barrage of sloppy attacks.
"I apologize for the fruit throwing, suitcase didn't seem to be of wanting to make a spear or shooty thing, yes yes.", he told her sulkily, annoyed at his own device's random tendencies.

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The pineapple hit her dead on in the chest which just made her laugh even harder, tears streaming down her face as she blocked the sloppy mess of tentacles with both arms "Is this a joke? Is this really the best you have? This isnt even worth fighting its so weak!!" She said before flying back higher and pointed her palm at the being "Now...lets see if you can dance" She said, her palm glowing with a small blue energy ball and began to fire Blast Attacks at the being. Each one, when it collided with a solid object would produce a small explosion with enough force to stop a boar. She didnt want to kill him...just see if he could even move to avoid her attacks "Run little thing! See if you can do even that!!" She yelled

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Xanth JR. seemed disappointed that his badly co-ordinated attacks did little to even slow down his opponent, giving a whine of annoyance; before adding in an equally whining tone; "Give this one credit miss monkey lady, I have not ever been of the training in the fights in the time of at all."
He then looked quizzically as she suddenly flew up higher and pointed her palm at him, mentioning something about dancing.
"Dance? I was of thinking that we were doing the punching kind of things, not the prancey variety," he babbled in bewilderment; "I am not of the every good in the dancing though so- oh I see you meant the words of the taunting, yes yes."
His last comment expressing his realisation when Vasha began firing energy ball towards him, and curiously made no effort to move. Each blast landed with an explosion dead on the mark, knocking the purple creature back a number of feet, causing a great amount of smoke.
As the air began to clear, Xanth JR. began clambering to his feet and dusting himself off, announcing to Vasha; "Those were of the special blasts, yes? They must do a stinging of the great hurt on the weaker ones, yes yes. We Xanthodont JRs. are lucky in the not getting hurt by things department. Mother says because we are her brave little soldiers, goodly."
He then stretched out his neck high enough to be face to face with Vasha, and attempted to headbutt her in the face.

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Coming to a smooth halt before the Dojo, Max glanced between his phone and the building, shrugging as he dismounted. Before making his way up, he slid off his biker jacket, stuffing it in one of his motorcycle's saddlebags. No need to make getting to his guns more difficult in a place like the dojo, particularly given the war-minded frequenters.

Strolling over to the site, he entered, glancing around. The details his contacts had given on this latest approach had been vague, to say the least, prompting him to ask the attendant where he might locate the man known as Skaarj Volantis.

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The attendant looked up from his morning paper and jammed a thumb in the back. "Regular, can't miss him, look for the mask and the mad fast hands."

Skaarj hammered the punching bag like a blacksmith at a forge, his bandaged fists leaving little craters in the red bag of filling. The alien jabbed forward, his ponytail flying as he threw out left hooks and right gutshots. Skaarj had spent his entire life perfecting his close combat skills, and he still had much to learn.

That'd why he'd come to this city more than ten years ago to find the perfect challenge. The challenge hadn't found him though, even though he'd been born in the system. Skaarj turned around and took a breather, holding his knees as he noticed the stranger. Skaarj grunted in greeting.

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Max nodded his head as he looked at Skaarj, and, having watched his technique, found himself rather impressed. Definitely his kind of crowd, and he made his way over.

"Looks to me like you'd take down just about anything that came within arms reach, if you wanted to." Remarking offhandedly, the magi looked over the alien's mask, glancing to take in the slowly fading craters of the punching bag. "Ever thought of putting those skills to use, in anything like a job?"

The man didn't even need to see that even using his prescient sight, Skaarj could beat him into a bloody pulp with just how excellent his hand to hand skills were. Max could think of a few places that the alien would have a place without a bit of trouble, and that made gears turn. "Name's Max, Max Dirge."

He extended a hand for a handshake.

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"No." Skaarj said, taking a few breaths and taking Max's hand, giving him a quick handshake that was firm but not constricting. "Skaarj Volantis." The alien answered. "Only in arm's reach, only way to get close in a real fight now is to sneak around." The alien grunted, arching up to his full eight foot of muscle.

"You sound like you're hiring, Max. I don't work for money, I work for experience. Do you have any payment plans like those?"