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Lotus Pond Dojo star star star star star


(What makes a dojo? Most would say that a true "dojo" comes from the lands of the Orient, a place where, nestled between the stands of bamboo and fields of rice, students of this region sought in days of old to undertake an inward journey, a quest to find their potential through the martial arts.

 

In the days of old, the dojo was a place of strength, a community of fighters all learning every day, from the youngest white belt to the masters who taught them.

 

(But as the world grew older, the race of men grew more intelligent, building upon the teachings of their past and with the materials of their lands. Crude rafts made of sticks became barnacle-crusted vessels of wood and pitch and sail, and then powerful slicing ships of metal and smoke. The concept of a man taking to the air began as a dreamer's whimsy, became sketches of propellers and wings under the hands of a wise inventor, then turned into a rickety craft powered by the love of two brothers, finally taking flight as a biplane, and then huge commercial aircraft. With bits of plastic and wires, men became able to use the air to keep in contact with each other, and with their tools finally connected all the world together, for better or worse.

 

(In this age, nothing has to be stationary, or confined to one country. Connected, mankind can enjoy each others' culture, no matter where they may live. People are coming and going as regularly as the coming and going of the seasons... and, it turns out, some take their buildings with them.)

 

Colorado, the present, somewhere high in the Rocky Mountains. The Lotus Pond Dojo, a building the size of a Super Wal Mart. An equally large basement extends below, although no one has ever catalogued all the hidden passages...

 

(Tobuo Kakoemetsu is regarded by his students as the greatest teacher of ninjitsu to ever have lived, even though they usually can't name any others who hold that title.

 

Decades ago this old, humble master decided to leave his homelands and bring his gift to America... the gift of teaching ninjitsu. His reasons are yet unclear, although it's clear he loves to teach. His teaching manages to be both gentle yet unyielding, demanding utter obedience yet letting the spirit flourish. He is a master of his craft, and in training the most lethal assassins he instills in them the desire to preserve and protect life unless all else fails. A tall, old man, lithe and frail-looking, his eyes appear forever closed with age, but they crinkle kindly, and his gnarled hands never fail to offer whatever is needed, be it a spanking or a warm cup of saki.

 

(This man is your teacher. For reasons you've kept secret in your heart, you've sought his training when you were just a very young adult. For many years you have studied the arts of ninjitsu, and you don't regret a single day spent doing so.

 

Your belt has changed color many times, and we join you now a few days before you'll take your test to achieve the second highest rank at the dojo: the Red Belt, the Fledgling Ninja. In addition to your formal test, you must perform an act of ninjitsu.

 

Usually, students will go to the modern cities at the base of the mountains and perform acts of silent espionage, or a token theft from a heavily guarded safehouse (the goods are, of course, returned after you've shown them to Sensei Tobuo). You, however, have chosen a different tactic: you will sneak into the
Sensei's own storage room, nestled here within the school. Rumors among the students say your master keeps wondrous things in there: unbreakable swords that bond themselves to their masters, herbs that somehow allow a person to breathe underwater, and even nameless tools that true ninja masters used in the old days to perform nigh undetectable spy work. They say the things in there could let a man scale walls like a squirrel, slip through cracks like a snake, or even fly through castle windows. Even more the students don't know about could lie there as well. Your mission is to steal one of these tools and display it to your master the next morning.

 

You're not worried about his reaction; if you fail, he'll praise your initiative. If you succeed... well, you value your master's pride in you more than anything, and the vision of his proud smile fills you with hope. So, stretch your muscles and prepare, Orange Belt, and let us join you in your chambers as you prepare, on the night of your raid...)

 

Lotus Pond Dojo

 

Written by Mr.Peaches and the community of catprog.tfcentral.com

 

You finish tightening your black clothes down, making sure there's nothing that could get caught on anything. You're in your quarters--a small room lined with Japanese style. Your tatami mat is rolled up in the corner.

 

The light of a stand of candles you made yourself gives everything a warm yellow glow. Your heart is pounding; this is bold, what you're doing--very bold. Even though you tell yourself you won't get in real trouble if you're (probably) caught, you're anxious. I mean... this stuff is *bold.*

 

You shake your head and clear your mind of your fear, only to have the candle light catch your gaze. You're reminded of your recent dreams, off the subject of your raid but still important to you nonetheless. You were performing amazing ninjitsu feats in those dreams, but your body was... different, a little different every time you dreamt. The dreams always ended with a jet of fire streaming out of darkness and consuming you. As the dream repeated night after night, the fire went from feeling agonizing, then painful, then uncomfortable, then pleasant, then invigorating. A few of your closest friends have reported similar experiences. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? You've been meaning to discuss them with Sensei Tobuo, but you've been so focused on your studies that by the time you remember you wanted to talk with him, it's very late in the evening and he's retired to his chamber for sleep, although you half-suspect that he doesn't even need to sleep anymore. What a mysterious dream, though...

 

From the candlelight your eyes are drawn out the window to a tiny, tiny speck of brilliance on a hill far down the mountainside, on a totally different ridge. For days now, you and your fellow students have been secretly spying on a group of college-age people snowboarding in the mountains--six males and three females. You've gathered that one of them won some great sponsorship for something, and now they could afford to take their friends on the boarding trip of their lives. So that's what they were doing, and growing closer to the dojo by the day. Although you know they don't know it's there, vigilance is needed. The school is cunningly hidden against the boarders, although at the end of the day, people coming across the dojo aren't much of a big deal. If someone actually finds Lotus Pond,Tobuo usually treats the guest like a king and tries to recruit them to the school. More than one of your fellow students came that way.

 

But these players, the dream and the boarders, are distractions from your task at hand. Maybe Fate will bring them into your circle, and maybe not. You clear your mind and put out the candles. Standing in the cool night air just on the other side of your room's sliding paper door, you visualize your dojo. Both the upper and lower levels are the size of a Super Wal-Mart, filled with tight, twisting paths and rooms of all kinds.

 

The rooms are roughly arranged in a sort of bull's eye pattern: student rooms line the outside, a hallway runs between, another layer of rooms comes next, another hallway lies beyond those, etc. The stairs to the lower level lie in the center of the upper floor. You must make it to those stairs, down to the basement, and then search around for the room you've never seen.

 

Patrolling every hallway is one of your fellow students, training their senses to detect an intruder's approach. If you are seen, alarms will be raised and your task will fail. You can't, of course, use lethal force.

 

Most students will be trying to conceal themselves, as well. Every one that sees you will tell Tobuo that they did when you present the artifact from the Master's Room, lowering your "grade" and honor.

 

Thinking over the massive obstacles between you and your goal, you can't help feeling overwhelmed. But, on you will go.

 

[Now,] you think to yourself, [how to start...]



Written by Mr.Peaches on 18 July 2006

The Hallway. star star star star emptystar


You exit your room to the right, opening the door oh-so-slowly and crouch-walking along. The hallways are dark, lit by candles roughly every ten feet.

 

Approaching from this direction, you could probably best get to the basement stairs by cutting through the Weapons Training room.

 

Down the hallway you go. Each step sounds loud as a stick of dynamite, although your shoes are padded like a tiger's paw. Ten feet before your first corner, you hear someone's approach! Someone is making for the fake panel at the end of the hallway, to hide in! You have to move fast! At the same time, in the room immediately to your right, you hear a sleeper's frightened moan. You recognize the sounds of futile dream resistance well--that's the room of your friend Setsa, and she's having the fire dream again. You could hide in there, but the sounds might attract the approaching student and Setsa could awaken and ask awkward questions. You could also try your luck at hiding in your surroundings, but there's little to work with and if the student remains hidden in the wall panels, you could be stuck hiding all night.

 

Whatever you choose, it must be done quickly!



Written by Mr.Peaches on 18 July 2006

Now I'm in the Closet Too-hoo... star star star emptystar emptystar


You slip open the door of Setsa's room and position yourself in the closet among her clothes and gear. From your hiding place you watch helplessly as she dreams, almost able to trace the exact pattern of the images. She gives a frightened cry, and amazingly her door swings open! It appears that student Nyuanda, a dark woman from Africa, has come to check up on her comrade and insure she's all right! Good fortune!

 

When her back is turned, you slide out of the closet and wrap a chloroformed handkerchief around the woman's face. After a brief struggle, she drops. More good fortune--now to deposit her in the wall hideaway for a good night's rest!

 

You pick Nyuanda up--only to stare into Setsa's open eyes!

 

"European, Asian, African, North and South American--that's how they're classified."



Written by Mr.Peaches on 19 October 2006

I Could Talk to You All Night... star star star star halfstar


Setsa shakes her head and clears it from her dream at the sight of you in full gear holding a drugged Nyuanda in your arms like a huge bag of taters. She raises an eyebrow. The gig is up.

 

You shove Nyuanda into Setsa's closet. "What on earth are doing?" she asks.

 

"Not so loud!" you beg.

 

"... What *are* you doing?" Setsa quiets down.

 

"Just... sneaking around. But don't alert anybody, please? As a friend?"

 

"Well... I guess the interplay of personal relationships *does* play a part in acts of ninjitsu," she agrees.

 

Very true; many a good ninja wouldn't be where they were without some key bribes and handshakes, or promises of service made. You're off the hook and she wouldn't dream suspect that you'd steal from the Master for your test.

 

"So... what was all that about American and European and all that stuff?" you change the subject quickly. A few minutes of conversation will throw her well off the trail.

 

This comment changes Setsa's tone dramatically. A worried look comes into her eyes, the look of one set on the precipice of fate and knowing that someone will in short order arrive to push her over. She looks at the floor, then you.

 

"Something's happening to us... or is *going* to happen to us," she says fearfully. "Something... something that has to do with dragons."

 

"Dragons?" you ask. Where'd that come from?
Setsa nods. All you can do is look at her quizzically while she stares straight ahead, at a candle burning slowly on a nightstand to your left.

 

"I think... I think soon we will *become* dragons," Setsa expounds, "and I think Master Tobuo knows something about it. And if we do... we'll become a European, Asian, African, North or South American style of dragon... because that's... how they're classified."

 

A beat passes. Is she serious? Yeah, she's serious. This is... rather more intense than you'd planned on.

 

"Who told you all this?" you ask.

 

Setsa looks at you again.

 

"The dragons did... in my dream. They're going to tell you, too! They've been," Setsa gulps back sudden tearful eyes, "*Conditioning* us with their fire, in the dreams, and... Oh..."

 

Out of words, she buries her head in her arms. You're now at an impasse. On the one hand, this stuff is *deep,* and obviously discomforting Setsa, a situation you feel obligated to remedy. On the other hand, the night's draining away rapidly...



Written by Mr.Peaches on 19 November 2006

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You find yourself sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat in Setsa's room, surrounded by the soft glow of a single candle flickering on a nearby nightstand. The air is thick with tension and curiosity, both of you drawn together by the inexplicable dreams that have been haunting your nights. Setsa's eyes are still filled with a mix of trepidation and wonder as you begin to share your own surreal experiences.

 

"I've been having some strange dreams too," you admit, keeping your voice low to avoid any eavesdroppers. "Not about dragons, though. I dream about being a sphinx."

 

Setsa looks up, her eyes wide with surprise. "A sphinx? That's... unusual. What happens in your dreams?"

 

The dreams, you explain, are a tapestry of enigmatic visions where you inhabit the form of a majestic sphinx. It starts with a sensation of soaring through vast, star-studded skies, wings extended to catch the wind's currents. You describe the sensation of power and grace that courses through your dream-self as you glide effortlessly through the cosmos.

 

Setsa listens intently, her brow furrowing in concentration as she absorbs every detail. You continue your narrative, recounting the moments when you descend from the heavens, landing gracefully on an ancient pedestal adorned with cryptic symbols. The pedestal is perched atop a high mountain peak, surrounded by swirling mists that obscure the world below.

 

"The strange thing is," you admit with a hint of frustration, "I can never quite decipher the symbols. They seem to be some kind of riddles or puzzles, but they elude my understanding every time."

 

Setsa nods thoughtfully, her fingers unconsciously tracing the intricate patterns of the tatami mat beneath her. "It's like our dreams are trying to convey some hidden knowledge or message to us," she observes, her voice hushed as if afraid of disturbing the fragile threads of revelation woven into your words.

 

You proceed to recount other aspects of your sphinx dreams—the encounters with mysterious beings who appear on the mountaintop, cloaked in shimmering robes that seem to ripple like liquid moonlight. These beings never speak, but their eyes hold a profound wisdom and an unspoken invitation to engage in a mental duel of wits.

 

"In those moments," you admit with a mix of fascination and frustration, "I feel like I possess an otherworldly intelligence, as if I can understand the secrets of the universe. But it's as if I'm missing a crucial piece of the puzzle, and the dreams always end with a sense of unfinished business."

 

Setsa's expression reflects a growing sense of connection between your experiences. "It's incredible," she murmurs, "how our dreams seem to mirror each other in some way. Your encounters with these enigmatic beings remind me of my interactions with the dragons."

 

As you listen, Setsa begins to share her own dreams in greater detail. She describes vivid landscapes bathed in hues of deep crimson and golden amber, where colossal dragons of various shapes and forms soar through the skies. Each dragon represents a different continent—European, Asian, African, North and South American—and they radiate a sense of ancient power.

 

In Setsa's dreams, she's not a passive observer; she becomes one with the dragons, feeling their immense strength and elemental connection to the world. The dreams are accompanied by a sensation of warmth and fire, as if she's being initiated into some elemental force.

 

"The dragons communicate with me," she confides, her voice trembling slightly. "They convey knowledge, and I understand that we are somehow linked to their legacy. It's as if we're destined to inherit their ancient wisdom and power."

 

You exchange a glance, both of you aware that these dreams hold profound significance. The notion of becoming dragons or sphinxes seems almost fantastical, yet the dreams feel undeniably real and purposeful.

 

The room is steeped in silence for a while as you both grapple with the weight of these revelations. Questions swirl in your minds: What is the connection between your dreams and the martial arts training you've received at the dojo? Why have you and Setsa been chosen for these visions, and what role do they play in your destiny?

 

Setsa finally breaks the silence, her gaze fixed on the flickering candle flame. "We need to find answers," she says with determination. "We must speak to Sensei Tobuo. He must know something about all of this."

 

You nod in agreement, realizing that seeking guidance from your revered sensei is the logical next step. But a sense of urgency gnaws at you—the night is slipping away, and your mission to infiltrate Sensei Tobuo's hidden room still hangs over your head.

 

With a reluctant sigh, you stand up and glance at the still-unconscious Nyuanda in the closet. "We should continue this conversation later," you suggest. "Right now, we have a test to complete. But one thing's for certain: our dreams have opened a doorway to a realm of mysteries we can no longer ignore."



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