Sawk and Throh Dojo

[Sundance]

"Welcome to the..." "Sawk and Throh Dogo!..." "Would you like..." "To train?"

The two's interlocked voices are odd, but you're sure you could get used to them, they do seem pretty friendly, even though they are obviously very serious about training. Looking around the room reveals a bunch of doors behind the two Pokemon, each door with different typing colors and symbols, although there is one white door with odd markings. If you want, you can ask to go through a door, or simply leave.

[Vanitas]

Two other beings that were as serious about training as he was; excellent. Van had trained from himself for long enough, and it was time to enhance his abilities in an attempt to fight the Fog through real training. And real training was of course only possible in combat. But that did not mean the Sneasel would go in without care and thought. Oh no. He knew exactly what he needed to advance in strength rapidly, even if it was a more... ignoble method. But for the greater good, these means were justified in his opinion.

Giving Sawk and Throh a bow as it is tradition among warriors, he pointed at a specific door that would lead him to a realm filled with FLYING TYPE pokemon; perfect for his ice Punch technique. "I wish to train by fighting with Flying Pokemons." He spoke honestly and calmly. All of his offensive techniques were based on his sharp set of claws, so he had to learn how to properly deal with Pokemons that might simply attempt to avoid his attacks entirely. He needed stronger muscles and sharper senses to overcome such a challenge. 

[Sundance]

Jun 6, 2016 20:07:40 GMT Sundance said:

"Very well..." "Vanitas... Go forth..." "With caution..."
The two of them glanced up from what seemed to be an eternal bow as they heard the door open and close with a few high squeaks as evidence. Determined eyes locked on the Sneasel and they bowed once more, before straightening their backs. They pointed their hands at a door marked with a cloud, before simply nodding and bowing. It seemed that was enough motion.

( Look for your dojo dungeon in the marketplace! )

[Fleurette]

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Fleurette strode fearlessly into the dojo, carrying herself with the air of an explorer even though she wasn't one. Then why was she here? Well, it was a dangerous world out there, and it would be wise of her to learn how to defend herself even if only moderately. Mostly, though, she just wanted to level up enough to learn Confusion. The telekinetic move would aid her greatly in her sketches and designs. It was kind of hard to draw and write neatly with these stubby paws.

She did plan on taking this training seriously, though. The Espurr sized up the various doors around her, her eyes eventually landing on a door with the Normal typing. "I want to go through that door," she said as she pointed to it before remembering her manners and tacking on a "please" as an afterthought.

(Idk if civilians can do this? If not I can delete this post!)

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[Sundance]

The two fighting types settled back down into an eternal bow, as if such a position never caused physical discomfort of any time. The only moment in which they raised their synced gazes was when they heard the soft 'pitter patter' of petite paws on old, creaky wood. That sound was followed by the signature creak and slam of an old door that had not be oiled in 10 years, then by the raising of both Sawk and Throh's heads in unison. They nodded at the request, although they seemed to pick up on the fact that the Espurr was not as she seemed.

"Very well... Head..." "Into the Dungeon..." "But go... "With caution..."

And with that, the two bowed once more, the door to the Normal Dungeon shooting open without anything touching it.

( Civilians can totally go to the dojo!! Look for your dungeon thread in the marketplace! )

[Constantine]

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Strength was everything. Well, not everything per se, but it was pretty helpful, especially since he had just registered with the guild as an official explorer. Before he entered a real dungeon, he thought it wise to grind his level of strength up a bit so he had a little experience up his metaphorical sleeve before he tried anything reckless.

Strolling casually into the dojo, Constantine smiled toothily towards the two nearby Pokemon. "Hey there!" he chirped, crimson gaze sweeping across the doors before landing upon the one with Psychic typing. Perfect. "I would love to stay and chit-chat, but could you hit me up with that Psychic door? Thanks." 

He had never fought an actual battle before aside from the occasional scuffle with his schoolmates way back when, but he was sure that he would be able to handle himself well. He was practically born to be a fighter, after all.

(sorry for flooding you guys! ^^" connie wants a psychic dungeon, please and thank you.)

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[Zagi Silent-Strider]

It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful

lie makes me

Zagi breezed into the dojo, an itch at his paws as he restlessly paced. He was bored, so terribly terribly bored. He needed something to hurt, someone to dig his claws into, but going into the dungeons wasn't quite what he wanted. Well, and he wasn't going to kill someone in town, the fit they would throw... no that would have to wait until he was sure he could do so without repercussions, or until he was strong enough not to care. Until then there was the issue of how to get in his thrills, and at the moment Zagi wanted some easy prey. Something that he felt sure he could beat, and what could be easier than something you knew for a fact you had a solid type advantage over?

Ahh, Zagi loved the dojo for that very reason. Whatever he wanted he could get, from a claw-tearing challenge that would leave him bruised and beaten to a walk in the park with the cries of the wounded and dying serenading his ears and his claws red with blood and gore. And at the end of it, he would still be stronger yet to take on anyone who would try to challenge him. Power lead to pleasure, and if there was anything Zagi loved it was having a bit of fun.

An earsplitting grin on his features, the zorua finally stopped his pacing before the two guardians of the dojo. "A good evening to you two fine-standing gentlemen. As the humble keepers of this dojo, I beseech you privilege to train in the depths of your dungeons beyond that there door of psychic origin." His tail flicking to gesture towards the door in question marked with the symbol of the Psychic types, Zagi did a courteous bow before them as he awaited, carefully holding in his impatience.

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[Warston]

Warston entered the dojo and cracked his neck and looked at Sawk and Throh. He hated going to this place, but it was a necessity. Sure he left the Beacon aloe for a while, but nothing bad would happen to it in broad daylight, at least thats what he kept telling himself. He cleared his mind before he started talking to the two masters of the dungeon.

"Hey guys. Lets get quick and to the point. I want to enter your water dojo, or dogo whatever yous are calling this place. And make it snappy, alright I don't got all day" Warston said snappily to the two dojo masters. The sooner he got through the dojo the better. The Tower needed repairs especially since one of the steps got broken and needed repair and still had to get the guy who brought him the wood. He waited patiently for there reply as his coat started sparking with electricity in anticipation

[Sundance]

There were so many Pokemon walking into the dojo that the humble Masters merely nodded, and seemed to open the respective doors without actually touching them.

[Maximus]

"Whoooooaaaaaa." Maximus waddled into the building, eyes wide. "Cool place."

Distracted by, literally like, everything in the room, he paid no heed to the two Pokemon standing further in. There were so many doors that led to so many places--did they all lead to the training areas? How could he pick just one to try out? And how the hell did they manage to build such a big building in the first place?

Focus, Maximus. The Tyrunt shook his head clear of his thoughts and turned to face the two dojo masters. "You're the guys in charge?" he asked, crooking a lopsided grin. They looked kind of... funny, and didn't seem like much fun to talk to. Ah, well. It wasn't like he was here for tea and crumpets.

"I can't wait to try this place out. Got any birds for me?"

(( Maximus would like to request a Flying type dojo! ))

[Meiko]

"Welcome.." "Yes.. we are" "In charge."
Without further ado, the pokémon touched the door that flung open for Maximus. 
"Proceed with caution."


(Look for your dojo in the market place!)

[Judy]

A hulking form filled the doorway as a large pokemon walked in, ducking her head so as not to get caught on the frame. "Hey there fellas." she presented the two training masters with a small woven basket from which the delicious smell of baked goods seemed to be emanating. "Gift from the Room."

She spent a few minutes doing some careful stretches before turning to the masters. "Mind letting these old bones into a room? Let's say...bug type. I gotta keep fit, ya know."

[Sundance]

The two watched with a never-blinking, disciplined gaze as the hulking form of Judy appeared in the doorway, vague, choppy peeks of smiles appearing on their faces as a woven basket filled with delectable, aromatic treats was offered.

"Thank you...""Judy... Much..."Appreciated..."

They spoke with interlocked voices, the Sawk brother trying to peek into the basket briefly before his hand was slapped by his older brother beside him, a warning to keep professional until the Kangaskhan left. The merely pointed towards a light green door with a bug painted onto it, which opened with a squeak.

( Look for your dungeon in the marketplace! )

[Jaytin]

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JAYTIN Notes: grass type, please! @mod 100 words

The place was large, but Jaytin was not going to let that faze her. She had things to do. The little bird was filled with purposefulness, making her seem larger than she is. A glance around the room allowed her to find the trainers, and the little Robin pokemon strode towards the duo.

"I wish to train against grass types." She said simply with a nod, focused on first one brother, then another. There was only one reason why she was here, and she need not talk more.

responsibility, something to protect.

[Sundance]

As soonas the door shut behind Judy, the brother simmediately began looking in the delivered basket, unable to resist the food. The two were already chowing down when Jaytin arrived, although quickly hid it away as soon as the door creaked with prophecy. They bowed, and nodded, remaining silent and proffessional. They motioned towards a door that was painted a dark green with a grass symbol carved among old wood. The door opened without the brothers ever touching it.

( Look for your thread in the market! )