Knight raised her head and looked around. The camp wasn't the ideal place for a rebel base. Too exposed. Or, at least that's what she thought. She heard footsteps.
What? Another human? Nobody came near the camp. Not ever. She leapt to her feet, drawing her katana from its sheath.
'Who's there?!' she called. 'Show yourself!'

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Shadow heard someone "Show yourself!". Not a moment to soon. He turned round, noticing a female, dressed all in black, pointing a katana in his direction. "Ah, hello! Name's Shadow Edgeworth. I've been looking for a resistance base for ages! Ever since the Dark Lord took my ship, I've had to walk everywhere. So you are?" he asked.

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Knight stared. Didn't this stranger know how dangerous names could be?
'My name is not important. How do I know I can trust you?' she asked, looking at him warily. 'You could be a minion in disguise. Or even the Dark Lord himself! Where are you from?'

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Dragon yawned and walked into the building. It was located in the middle of the city and she was head of the editorial department. Dragon looked at her watch and hurried up to her office. She was already late, and it wouldn't do to be even more late. As she walked into the office, she declared, "Here I am! Now get to work!"
The writers started typing on the computers and the presses started churning. It was going to be a day after all.

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((Wait...what? This is a fantasy set CR though there is technology so if you plan to implement it there, then go ahead.))

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((*Points to the location list* I am in the Present Testimony right now, and I think that's fanfic, right? So printer's office is fine here, right?"

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(( I blame work.))

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((Ooh, good idea. I didn't realize that. You can continue. Very creative though.))

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"I come from Earth. Usually. And no, I don't work for the Dark Lord, or am the Dark Lord. Look, I'm unarmed." he said to Knight.

"Trust me, I came here for a nice break. Then he and his minions take my ride away, and I'm stuck here, in this barren wasteland." He told her. Then suddenly, he became serious.

"So that's why I wish to join you. The Resistance against the Dark Lord Ptapcc."

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"Another day, another reading." TheNerd was sitting on top of a rock, while reading a book. "And...Done. Now let me see..." he closed the book and took out a map from his backpack. "Now... The supposed resistance base is to the west. Im going there...But first." he gets out of the rock and while grabbing his hammer, he smashed the rock. He started running west for 2 or 3 hours until he finally spotted the base he was looking for. Now...get ready Dark One because once I join the resistance ill defeat you or ill die trying. he thought to himself while grabbing his hammer should it be needed

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Den looked at the map. 'Alright then. Time to go.' She opened her closet and grabbed a belt. She putted it on and stuck her notebook at the back of her belt. The belt was special made by herself and the notebook won't fall off. Most of the time.
She also clicked a pencil at her belt. Then she headed over to the location where the resistance was supposed to be.

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The Slayer put his clothes on and took his swords.
"so" He said when he was clicking his swords on his belt "let's see how the resistance is going to try standing up to me"

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Knight nodded suspiciously. Earth? Sure...
'So, you want to join the Resistance? I guess that's possible... But it is dangerous. Very, very dangerous. You are aware of the danger, I take it? Because you can leave now if you don't want to fight.'
I'm taking a risk here... She raised her finger to her mouth and bit down hard enough for it to bleed.

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"I am aware. I've fought worse." Shadow replied. He smiled. "Don't worry. I don't work for him. I'm not a spy." he assured her.

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Den heard some voices.
Slowly she walked toward them and saw 2 people talking.
She kept quiet and grabbed her notebook and pencil.
She walked a little closer.

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TheNerd saw a girl approaching two other people. He approached the girl and said:"Looks like im not the only one looking for the base huh?"

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Den quickly turned around and looked at the person standing in front of her.
'Eh, no that's right.'
She hold her notebook tight, ready to do something.

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"Calm down will ya im not going to hurt you..." TheNerd said smiling. He stored his hammer, he took water from a puddle with his power and used it to wash his face. "Ahh.. Nothing like a bit of fresh water. Well im not going to do anything by just standing here. Especially if i want to join the resistance."

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Den nodded slowly and clicked her notebook back at her belt.
'Right. well i guess we should go there..'

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"Agreed.Let me just supply first." he uses his power to drain the rest of the water and puts it in two bottles one in each pocket of his pants. "Ready to go." he said as he started walking towards the base.

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Den walked after him. Water, eh? That's cool.
She played with her pencil a little while walking.

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"Oh where are my manners! Im TheNerd." he said while walking. As he approaches the base he screamed: "Hey! You two over there!"

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Den sighted. And there i tried to be carefull..
She wanted to turn around, but didn't.
I came here for the resistance, so why go away?
She smiled. And they could use any help, i think.

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Justis sighed as he entered the Artist Workshop. It annoyed him to no end that despite nobody but upper-class artists worked here, the creations lacked...imagination. A robot with saws for hands? Boring. A cowboy with laser guns? Who cares? Why couldn't they come up with anything useful?
He walked through the door and examined the artists. It wasn't as if he cared in the slightest, but he had to imagine that it would be a tough job. They sat there all day in front of a canvas with limited space, and they were always under pressure to make something great. What was more is that most of the time their ideas were rejected. Justis wasn't known to be sympathetic, as he believed sympathy would make leaders weak, but he had to admit he occasionally pitied the creators. Of course, the sheer stupidity of some of the ideas were enough to snap him out of his sympathetic state.
One of the artists turned away from his canvas and called out. "Lord Justis, Lord Justis! I have something I'd like to show you!"
Justis increased his pace and strolled down the corridor formally, arriving at the artist's space. He recognized this artist; he did not know his name as he had never taken the time to hear it, but nonetheless this artist stood out because he annoyed Justis more than the others. He constantly had ideas, but none of them were very good.
"What would you like me to see now?" Justis said, his voice containing just a bit of venom, enough to induce fear in those he had conversations with.
"I call this idea, the Guardian." The artist announced, enthused. Justis examined the creation on the magical canvas that the artist used. He had to admit, it looked impressive. It was a jet black, heavy suit of, with layers upon layers of mediaval-era armor. Spikes covered the majority of the suit, and beneath the helm a pair of frightening red eyes peered out. The armor seemed relatively sturdy and well-crafted, yet something was off...

"Where's the weapon?" Justis asked critically. Was the artist so stupid that he had forgotten the most important part? If that was the case, there would be severe punishment for wasting Justis' time.
"Well...It's right here." The artist said, pointing to the shiled held in the armor's right hand.
"You're telling me that the only weapon this behemoth has is a shield!?"
"It's not like that, sir! This shield was crafted for both defense and offense! Do you see those spikes running down the middle of the shield? Those are for pummeling the enemy!" The artist declared defiantly.
"It's impractical. The shield has almost no range, in the time it takes for the guardian to reach its target, the opponent may have come up with a strategy, plus depending on the weapons they have they may be able to stop it in its tracks. This suit looks very heavy, if the Guardian was knocked on its back I doubt it would be able to get up. Did you think of that?" Justis said. If there was one thing he enjoyed about this duty, it was examining the creations and using logic to find flaws. "More importantly, this thing is far too slow. I doubt it would be able to chase anybody effectively, and it would be easy to manouver around. This is the resistance we're dealing with here! They are not to be taken lightly, you fool! I only want the most powerful and proficient creations, so when you come up with something useful, then you may call me!" Justis yelled. He began to walk away, but he heard the artist mutter "The Guardian is more powerful than you" under his breath. Unfortunately for the naive young artist, Justis had heard his comment, and now he would pay with his life.

"What was that?" Justis said, turning around.
"N-nothing, my Lor-Ack!" The artist was unable to finish his sentence, as Justis had begun to Force Choke him. Using the powers of the force, he lifted the artist off of his stool and into the air.
"Listen to me, you infidel." Justis said quietly. "There is nothing stronger in this universe than the powers of the Force." With that, he tossed the artist down the corridor, and he smashed into a cart of art supplies, sending paint flying everywhere.
"You claim that the Guardian is powerfuly, do you!? Well, let's test that theory out!" Justis tapped on the magical canvas, and the creation was given life.
"Destroy him." Justis commanded, pointing at the artist, and the Guardian began walking towards the fool. As he had predicted, the guardian was slow, but it had an aura around it which was excellent at inducing fear.
The artist let out a scream of terror, and he tried to escape, but between his fear of impending death and the paint he had just spilled, he was unable to get very far and slipped. At that point his legs were trembling far too much to take him anywhere, and his fate was sealed.
The guardian arrived at his destination and lifted his shield up above its head, and swung it down with such a fierce intensity that the crash echoed throughout the workshop. Artists stopped to stare at the incident, but quickly returned back to work when they realized they could be next. Justis walked over to where the attack had occured and looked down at the artist's lifeless body and the pool of blood coming out of it. He then turned his attention to the Guardian.
"Well done, very impressive. I may have some use for you after all." He commented, and then picked out a random artist. "You there, clean up this mess. And if you don't have this area completely spotless in half an hour, we're going to need somebody else to clean up once my friend here," Justis paused and pointed to the Guardian, "is done with you."
The terrified artist quickly grabbed a mop and began to clean up the combination of paint and blood, and Justis walked away, satisfied.

((tl;dr version: Bad Justis is Bad.))

Dragon yawned. Managing a printing press was boring enough in itself, and this one was especially boring. She frowned and jumped out of the window. It was fun, and she could change her shape as much as possible. Landing on the building next to the offices, she changed into a hawk. Dragon winged her way to the forest outside of the city.

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Game Over had been leisurely playing a few of the many video games at his disposal on huge screens when one of his special Game Enforcers ran in. G.O thought that maybe he should destroy the rude Enforcer but Enforcers where hard to make. So much time in forcing those stupid NPC's into becoming Playable Characters...The forcing them to learn a bunch of fighting moves...Too much of a hassle, besides he thought, it might somehow be important. While he was mussing over the idea of killing him the Enforcer silently stood still saluting, waiting for the order.

"Well? You come into my chamber without knocking, distract me from World 8-3, and then you have the Gall to not even say why you're here? Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't send you to the void?"

"Sir! A Message from the Dark Lord!"

"From him?....Continue."

"Sir! It reads that he is going to destroy the rebellion once and for all! He is sending Master Dragon Slayer after them first it seems! Also, He says to fortify our hold here! That is all!"

"...You live. You can go now. Oh, wait. Have the Actors enjoyed the Gift I sent them?"

"The Actors have agreed to do whatever you want! They do not require any more vacations or pay rises!"

"So they liked their Directors heads huh? All right, Leave. I need to plan on how to finally use those damned actors."

((Feels....Wrong....Don't know why.))

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((You don't see me going around beheading people, do you? :P Anyways, I might think about kicking someone off a cliff if the resistance doesn't get going soon. :D))

As Dragon was flying over, she saw someone standing. Deciding to dive bomb that person, she went into a dive. Whooping as she went, she hit the person straight in the chest and quickly retreated.
Well, that was over, Dragon thought. At least it was fun. She flew back to the offices.

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The Dark Lord smirked to himself as he observed the progress of the resistance from Castle Bar Exam. He rubbed his hands together as he watched the 4 key players come together.

"Soon DragonSlayer will defeat you all leaving the resistance weakened and I...I shall be ruler of this world!" he bellowed out in the empty throne room, laughing maniacally to himself. A few moments later, his red eyes glowed.

"But first...lets give these 'heroes'...a taste of darkness..." he said smirking to himself. Rising from his chair, shadows around the Dark Lord suddenly came to life. He stretched his hands out, then as if pumping his hands, a black and red ball of energy came out of his hands and struck the ceiling opening a portal. Shadows around the Dark Lord spewed into the portal until moments later it closed. Standing still for a few moments, the Dark Lord sat back down on his throne.

"Let...rivers of my world bathe in your blood resistance." he said slowly before erupting once again into maniacal laughter.

((I might summon one of you while I'm in my castle. Actually, I might even leave my castle at some point and take a disguise.))

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((How awfully nice. Please summon me from my boring boring work. By the way, I think I divebombed Knight.))

Dragon snickered and shouted for one of the interns to make her coffee. In a couple minutes, the intern returned with a mug. Dragon tasted it and spat it out.
"What is this?!" She shouted and stood up. Her office was on the very top of the buildings and the walls were windows. One of the windows were open and she walked behind the intern.
"Have a nice trip." She did a roundhouse kick that sent the unfortunate intern flying out of the window and he screamed until he hit the nearest skyscraper. Dragon sighed and sat back in her chair. It was going to be a long day.

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((Wait...so you noticed Knight, but you didn't notice the 3 other people around her? Clearly "eyes like a hawk" don't apply to you. -_-
And you guys are too soft. If somebody barged in on me I'd hear the message and then ram a lightsaber through their throat to as my own message to those fooolish servants. They shold know than to distract one of the Dark Lord's top men from their important duties!))

((Well, Knight was the first living person I saw outside the city, so divebombing her was fun. Sorry about hurting your wife. :P And I would suggest kicking anybody to the moon as my favorite option to get rid of people. Of course, I could have mauled my interns with claws...))

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((Well, you're just lucky you got out of their quickly, before she get her katana and urn you into hawk kebabs. I recommend crushing your interns by turning into some giant animal. Like diving on them and then turning into a whale. Although maybe that's a bit too comical.))

((But then I'll run out of interns, and then who would make my coffee? Anyways, I could always maul Knight instead of divebombing her. Sorry if that offended you, Knight. And my office may be big, but it's not big enough for a whale. Of course, I could have turned into a dragon and lay destruction to the whole city. :D))

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((Back on topic please. Lets continue the RP.))

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((Ah, yes, where was I?))

Dragon sighed and went down to the break room. She brewed a cup of black coffee, and walked into the editors' department.
"Hey! Where's the newspaper for tomorrow?!" She shouted from the doorway. One of the editors gulped and walked up to her. He gave her a newspaper. Dragon looked through it and frowned. "Who edited this?" One of them raised their hand shakily. "Okay, you come up to my office."

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((my major power has been changed into the control of th four elements(water, earth, fire, air) because it wasn't allowed))

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(( I don't think that's allowed to, and also, water is 1337nerd's major power.))

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((i asked tap and he says it's okay))

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((DragonSlayer can only control said elements through his swords so he has a handycap. If the heroes were to get his swords, then he'd be powerless.))

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((What the heck Luneth?!))
Knight stumbled and fell. 'That!' she shouted. 'Is why I HATE those minions!' She picked herself up, looking at Shadow. Laugh. She thought. I dare you. She stalked off, swearing.

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