T̷h̷e̸ ̵G̶a̴m̸e̵ - A VR Role-play

[FrankieDoodle]

Dex stirred, the earthy scent of grass and dirt tickling his nose. He didn’t remember when he fell asleep, but random naps wasn’t unusual for him.
He stretched, letting out a soft purr. Sun danced across his back, and he took a blissful moment to enjoy its warmth, before figuring out where his three a.m. “adventure” led him this time.

He propped himself on his elbows, his ears twitching lazily as he scanned his surroundings.
Trees. Lots of trees, he noted. He didn’t remember a lot of wilderness in the crowded city of L.A., but it was certainly better than a gutter somewhere.

He let his eyelids droop, listening for any indicators to where he was. He could hear a stream nearby, but the incessant screaming coming from the trees was enough to distract him from any other sound.
His brows knitted together, his face souring. The birds were ruining his tranquility, and had he not just woken up, he might’ve climbed up to silence them.

With a huff, he pushed himself to his knees. His eyes were drawn to a brown bag by his side, and for a moment he wondered if he stole it. He didn’t remember stealing anything, but he didn’t know how else he would’ve gotten the bag.

Please have cash, he silently pleaded, rummaging through its contents. Much to his disappointment, there was no money. Instead, he found a water bottle, food bar, and some sort of strange gel in an unmarked container.
He unscrewed the lid, taking a large wiff. As the pungent smell hit his nose, Dex retched, quickly resealing the lid. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted with whoever owned the bag before him, deciding they purposely put the terrible smells in there, knowing he would sniff it.
As he was in the process of plotting the previous owners fate, the large wooden staff by his side caught his eye. It looked similar to his mother’s krabong, but it lacked the faded look hers had.

He placed the bag to the side, running his chewed fingertips over the smooth wood. His eyes were full of wonder, his ever-moving tail picking up speed.
His mother never let him play with one before, worried he would hurt himself. But that had never stopped him from removing it from the shelf mounted on the wall whenever no one was home, and dreaming of using it on every other occasion.

He got to his feet, his palms wrapping around the krabong. His ears twitched in excitement as he swung it, cutting through the air like a blade.
After he had his fun, he reached down, picking up the bag and swinging it over his shoulder. Between his new weapon and the toxic gel in his backpack, he felt unstoppable. As the birds screamed in his ears, he held his head up high, beginning his trek to civilization.

Dex wasn't sure how long he had been walking, having lost all sense of time long ago. His ears laid flat against his head, growing increasingly more frustrated with every step that lead to nowhere. The birds screaming in his eardrums did nothing to help.

Where are you going? They'd taunt. You're just getting yourself deeper in the woods. You're terrible with directions, aren't you? Should've paid more attention to your father.
Or, at least that's what he imagined they were saying.

He tried to ignore them. He really did. But as the ache in his feet grew, his patience only dwindled, being whittled away like bark under a knife.
He lowered his bag to the ground, dropping the krabong next it.
"Fine, be this way," he hissed, marching towards the nearest tree. He scaled it with ease, having been something he was no stranger to, and crouched, his tail anxiously swishing behind him.
Once one of the birds grew brave enough to approach him, he attacked, snatching the bird out of the air.

"Let this be a warning," he announced, raising it over his head, "to shut up. If you don't, you'll end up like your brother over here." He lowered his hand, pleased at how quickly the birds stopped chirping. That is, until the one he held captive disappeared into a cloud of red smoke, leaving nothing but a tiny silver coin.

He raised his ears, tilting his head in confusion. It was just here, he thought, searching the tree branch he was perched on. Where did it go?

With a shake of his head, he stood, leaping off the branch with a roll as his feet hit the ground. There was no time to ask questions. Not until he found other people.
Not that he wanted, or needed, to be around others. Dex was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life alone.

He swung his bag over his shoulder, picking up his weapon and pocketing his newly acquired coin. With a deep exhale, he continued forward, hoping to find some trace of humanoid life.

(Feel free to throw one of your characters at him. If not, I'll probably just throw him in with Sarah and Butter's charries. if that's okay with you guys, of course.)

 

[Rose Quartz]

it vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Saturn coughing and trembling in the sand.

(her mother is EVE?)
Hewitt watched with satisfaction as Saturn risked her life, bravely killing the red beast.
When the bug had safely poofed up into smoke, he strode over, driving his cane near the center of the circle of depressed sand.
He stood near the cane and wheeled, staring at the girl crouched on the ground, hair hanging in her face.
“Good job, kid,” Hewitt said. “I won’t compliment you more than once. If you sink the spear a little harder next time, you might do better. Fighting builds character. Now I believed you earned this,” he indicated the coin with the tip of his cane.
“Do you have any Miracle Salve? I can imagine that your injury hurts. Too many a weakling is reduced to tears with a grab like that. Pain,” he sniffed haughtily, screwing up his face.

Heather stood back waiting to see what the two new people would do. The old man, seemed intent on getting the younger anxious red-headed girl front and center. Which led to her getting hurt.

She hissed a breath through her teeth, storming over the second the bug vanished, to help. She gave the man a disapproving glare and dropped her bag next to the girl. Taking out the tin as though she knew exactly what it was.

"This should help." She said, gingerly wiping a small amount over her injury.

(I can't remember if she has their names yet. I don't think so.)

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“Ohmigod!” She cried grabbing the club that had hit Evan, “are you okay?” She asked offering a hand to him to help him up, she let them get a few metres away before clubbing them back, one threw a club which hit her in the back of the head. Hard. She fell forward her face going bright red, she cursed under her breath before grabbing the club which had hit her and even though her vision had began to blur she threw a club to Evan “catch.” She beat a few back attempting to dodge more of their clubs but the notices faded and she was seeing everything blurry and the world was spinning around her.

Evan struggled to his feet with the offer of Lyra’s hand. His back was pulsing with sharp, agonizing pain that left him gritting his teeth and twisting his face in anguish.

Never before did Evan have to physically fight back, since he was far too used to being picked on and bullied, even to the extent he’d come back home with a black eye and busted lip back in his high school days. Now all the bad memories were resurfacing, the times where he’d be walking home from school and be jumped by a group of guys that went to his school, his grandfather threatening to call the school and report the kids, and Evan stopping him immediately as it would just ‘make things worse.’ It was true, since the bullies came from rich families, they effortlessly had the principal and faculty wrapped around their little fingers. They had all the power to humiliate him and his grandparents, and Evan was unable to do a single thing about it.

He sloppily caught the club in both hands now that his baseball bat had been knocked out of his grasps and was sent flying somewhere into the sand. As the skeletons now closed the space between them and started attacking Lyra, Evan could feel his eyes start to sting from the developing tears.

He heard his grandfathers voice, even now, speak to him as he spaced out with everything going on around him.

Please don’t let them hurt you anymore, it breaks our hearts to see you like this. So please Evan. For your sake. Fight back.

Tears were now heavily streaming down Evan’s cheeks, and finally, he let go. He readjusted his hold on the club and went after the skeletons swinging wildly, sobbing profusely and howling as he went, knocking off their skulls, limbs, and whatever he managed to hack off.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Evan struggled to his feet with the offer of Lyra’s hand. His back was pulsing with sharp, agonizing pain that left him gritting his teeth and twisting his face in anguish.

Never before did Evan have to physically fight back, since he was far too used to being picked on and bullied, even to the extent he’d come back home with a black eye and busted lip back in his high school days. Now all the bad memories were resurfacing, the times where he’d be walking home from school and be jumped by a group of guys that went to his school, his grandfather threatening to call the school and report the kids, and Evan stopping him immediately as it would just ‘make things worse.’ It was true, since the bullies came from rich families, they effortlessly had the principal and faculty wrapped around their little fingers. They had all the power to humiliate him and his grandparents, and Evan was unable to do a single thing about it.

He sloppily caught the club in both hands now that his baseball bat had been knocked out of his grasps and was sent flying somewhere into the sand. As the skeletons now closed the space between them and started attacking Lyra, Evan could feel his eyes start to sting from the developing tears.

He heard his grandfathers voice, even now, speak to him as he spaced out with everything going on around him.

Please don’t let them hurt you anymore, it breaks our hearts to see you like this. So please Evan. For your sake. Fight back.

Tears were now heavily streaming down Evan’s cheeks, and finally, he let go. He readjusted his hold on the club and went after the skeletons swinging wildly, sobbing profusely and howling as he went, knocking off their skulls, limbs, and whatever he managed to hack off.

“Evan!” She cried “don’t space on me now!” She beat one away which was almost half a metre away. She sent a club spinning at one taking its head off, “I think we should run because they just keep coming” she called to him “what do you think?”

 

[Thing2]

(They also get a food bar. )

"Weird," Damir noted. It seemed like everything was the same, except for their extra equipment. But that didn't answer why they were there. Or why they had hallucinated the things they did in those buildings.

He nodded along, "I got that feeling too. I haven't tried talking to anyone yet, but I get a feeling it won't be very productive."

"Hey," Damir said softly, trying to help her calm down a little. "We'll figure it out, and we'll be back home before you know it." His furrowed smile offering little comfort.

"I don't know if they'll reply," he answered her most recent question, glancing at the disappearing crowd. "But, we should try, in any case. It might just be the way people are in this country. They could tell us... where.. "

There was a short moment of silence from Damir.

"Your hand," he mentioned, his face scrunched up as he pointed at the numbers on her palm, "there's numbers-" He glanced down at his own hand, "I have them too."

He rubbed at his hand, wondering just what purpose they served, and why his said 100.

(Ahh yeah I forgot lol)

Nina held out her palm, and sure enough, there it was: a bold black tattoo stating "56," right in the center of her left palm. She leaned over to peak at his tattoo for a moment before returning to stare at her own, giving it a slight rub. It remained intact.

"Weird..." she muttered, looking one last time before shoving her hands in her pockets. "But then, what isn't weird right now?" Sighing, she stared at the passers-by for a moment before shrugging. "Well, here goes nothing."

She stepped forward as confidently as possible, directly into the path of a short, bearded, middle-aged man. Smiling, she opened her mouth to speak, but he just turned and walked around her. Even though she knew there was something off about these people, it still kinda hurt.

"Ouch, okay then," she huffed, attempting to approach a young woman with pale blonde hair, but again, she was ignored. She turned to Damir, frustrated. "Well, it was worth a shot."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Zayne let out a sigh of relief as Xavier lowered its bow, letting his hands fall to the side.
“What’s your name?” He asked. A hundred questions flooded through his mind.
Who are you? Where are we? How did I get here? But he stopped himself, deciding that as long as Xavier had the long-range weapon-- which he seemed like he would be rather skilled with-- Zayne would let them ask the questions.

"I don't know," Zayne answered truthfully, stretching his hands out to either side of him. "I just. . . woke up here, in one of those caves." He turned, pointing back the way he came. None of it made any sense, no matter how hard he tried to wrap his head around it. Out of all people, why him? Where was everyone else? Where even were they?

His eyes caught on the the bag it carried, a frown pulling at his lips.
"Where did you get that? Uh, if you don't mind me asking." He thought the person said it wasn't theirs, so then how did it get the bag? Did they find it in the caves, or were there more like it?
His head throbbed, the pain threatening to make him vomit. Be it from the residual effects of his last vision, or the never ending question, he wasn't sure.

It rolled it's eyes, staring at Zayne boredly as he rambled. Why do people ask so many questions? Why do they talk so much?

"I prefer you not refer to me, but if you must, I suppose you may call me Xavier." They answered dully, studying their surroundings until they decided to watch him, barely blinking. It's brows narrowed, raising a single one in confusion.
"The bag? I found it. In the forest. I just woke up there. And then got here through those tunnels."

The pain in it's left leg was increasing, so they shifted their weight onto their right, though not allowed any semblance of emotion show.
"So, Zayne," it continued to use his name like a threat, tilting their head slightly. "What do you suppose we do about this... predicament?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(her mother is EVE?)
Hewitt watched with satisfaction as Saturn risked her life, bravely killing the red beast.
When the bug had safely poofed up into smoke, he strode over, driving his cane near the center of the circle of depressed sand.
He stood near the cane and wheeled, staring at the girl crouched on the ground, hair hanging in her face.
“Good job, kid,” Hewitt said. “I won’t compliment you more than once. If you sink the spear a little harder next time, you might do better. Fighting builds character. Now I believed you earned this,” he indicated the coin with the tip of his cane.
“Do you have any Miracle Salve? I can imagine that your injury hurts. Too many a weakling is reduced to tears with a grab like that. Pain,” he sniffed haughtily, screwing up his face.

Heather stood back waiting to see what the two new people would do. The old man, seemed intent on getting the younger anxious red-headed girl front and center. Which led to her getting hurt.

She hissed a breath through her teeth, storming over the second the bug vanished, to help. She gave the man a disapproving glare and dropped her bag next to the girl. Taking out the tin as though she knew exactly what it was.

"This should help." She said, gingerly wiping a small amount over her injury.

(I can't remember if she has their names yet. I don't think so.)

"I'm not a weakling." Saturn snapped, staring up at him with a disgusted stare. She wouldn't allow the pain to reduce her to tears, not in front of him.
Her attention was drawn to Heather as the girl knelt beside her, carefully smearing a small amount of strange smelling salve over her wound.

Screwing up her nose, she was as the wound quickly healed, leaving only a few small scratches and spattering of blood. "T-thank you.." she murmured, giving the girl a small smile. "I'm Saturn, by the way. Nice to meet you."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Jack shrugged. “Death Valley?” He suggested unhelpfully. “The Pyramids of Giza without the pyramids?” He squinted into the horizon for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the- what, the fifteen minutes since he’d woke up? How long had it been? His grasp on the passage of time was tenuous at best, but right now it seemed to have completely eluded him.

Jack shuffled his feet in the sand, his sneakers already filled with the stuff. He reached down and removed his socks, but kept his feet in his shoes to avoid the burning sand. He winced, considering how his feet would feel rubbing against his sweaty shoes as they walked.

Oh yeah. Walking. That’s what he was going to do before being attacked by those discount-version dementors.

“We should move.” Jack announced right before heading off in a random direction without another word. Unfortunately for him, he felt like he had just run the mile under the stern gaze of a particularly cruel PE teacher. Well, he hasn’t planned on jogging over the dunes anyway. It wasn’t like he could with all this damn sand around.

Jack wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of one hand, accomplishing nothing but giving himself a weird temporarily cowlick. His back already burned with heat, though it was unlikely he had a sunburn. Yet. He turned around to gesture at Faye. “You coming?”

Faye bit her lip, silencing a laugh at his terrible suggestions about their location. It was a barren desert. There was no way they could tell where they were exactly, with no landmarks.

Reaching into the pocket of her sweatpants, she attempting to grab her phone. However, all she grabbed was a handful of glass, metal, and plastic, the sorry remnants of her phone pouring into the sand.

A stream of horrid obscenities that wouldn't seem like from the rabbit-girl came streaming out, cursing herself and the now broken phone.
She scowled at the ground, pulling her hair into a pony tail, shuddering at how sweaty the back of her neck was.

Ears twitching at his voice, she looked at him, smiling briefly to rid of the scowl on her face. "Yeah, I'm coming." She responded, grabbing her sword and following him.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Dex wasn't sure how long he had been walking, having lost all sense of time long ago. His ears laid flat against his head, growing increasingly more frustrated with every step that lead to nowhere. The birds screaming in his eardrums did nothing to help.

Where are you going? They'd taunt. You're just getting yourself deeper in the woods. You're terrible with directions, aren't you? Should've paid more attention to your father.
Or, at least that's what he imagined they were saying.

He tried to ignore them. He really did. But as the ache in his feet grew, his patience only dwindled, being whittled away like bark under a knife.
He lowered his bag to the ground, dropping the krabong next it.
"Fine, be this way," he hissed, marching towards the nearest tree. He scaled it with ease, having been something he was no stranger to, and crouched, his tail anxiously swishing behind him.
Once one of the birds grew brave enough to approach him, he attacked, snatching the bird out of the air.

"Let this be a warning," he announced, raising it over his head, "to shut up. If you don't, you'll end up like your brother over here." He lowered his hand, pleased at how quickly the birds stopped chirping. That is, until the one he held captive disappeared into a cloud of red smoke, leaving nothing but a tiny silver coin.

He raised his ears, tilting his head in confusion. It was just here, he thought, searching the tree branch he was perched on. Where did it go?

With a shake of his head, he stood, leaping off the branch with a roll as his feet hit the ground. There was no time to ask questions. Not until he found other people.
Not that he wanted, or needed, to be around others. Dex was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life alone.

He swung his bag over his shoulder, picking up his weapon and pocketing his newly acquired coin. With a deep exhale, he continued forward, hoping to find some trace of humanoid life.

(Feel free to throw one of your characters at him. If not, I'll probably just throw him in with Sarah and Butter's charries. if that's okay with you guys, of course.)

(It’s fine by me)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Justkeepwalkingjustkeepwalking.

Theo picked up the pace, trying to ignore the suffocating presence around him. Flares of dark images flashed behind his eyes, cloaked figures and screaming faces, but nothing enough to get any context.

They pressed the heel of their hand against one eye, breathing heavily.

"Theodore?"

He paused.

That was her voice.

Only she call him Theodore. The only person who was some sort of a guardian in his life.

He turned slowly, holding his breath.

Nothing.
"El?"


...
Silence.
...


"Ella?" The whisper was hoarse as he turned slowly in a circle, scanning the dark wood around him. There was nothing. The wildlife had stopped, like life had paused within a single breath. "...Aella?"
Xe stepped back, xyr foot landing on a stick.
The crack was nearly deafening.

And so were the visions that plagued him.

Crumbling to his knees, he clutched his head, dropping the knife as their fingers dug into their hair. None of it made sense. It was cold... freezing. It sank into his bones and coiled around his insides, holding him tightly.
A creature staggered into the visions, nearly unidentifiable. Only that it was purple and blue, with horrid teeth.
"Jesus Christ, Theodore, get up!"
Xyr eyes snapped open, looking up to where the voice came from, limbs trembling.

A woman with long red hair looked down at him, with a handful of flames, clearly unamused. "What the hell are you doing, kid? What did I tell you about wandering around in the woods by yourself?"

"You have no clue how happy I am to see you." He scrambled to his feet, immediately pulling her towards him into a hug.

"Same to you, kid." She murmured, arms wrapping around him, her cold skin causing shudders to run down his back.

Wait.

Hold up.

Cold?
Aella was always burning hot. Like, high above feverish temputure. It was honestly concerning.
But cold? Never.

"Why are you so cold–?" They asked, pulling away slightly, giving a confused look at the purpleish face in front of him.
Wait.
Purple.
That's not right.

A set of uneven, yellow teeth grinned at him, twisting into a horrific smile pulling along the entire width of the elongated, purple-blue face. Yellow and black eyes stared at him in the place of the red-pink ones he was used to.
Whatever it was, was not human by any means, curled brown hair creating a mane around its face, making it impossible to tell what the rest of its face looked like.
Long, pitch black hands gripped his shoulders, curled and gnarled fingers and nailed digging into his shirt.
A second pair of hands lurched up, grabbing their throat in a death grip. Slowly, the ground escaped beneath their feet, along with the breath from their lungs.

A strangled cry escaped his throat, but his body was paralyzed.

And then he hit the ground, pain exploding through his back.
The figure loomed over him, yellow grin and eyes illuminated. Theodoreeee!!
It took a moment to process.
The voice was in his head.
It was in his head.
Such a dear you are. Hah. Get it? Dear? Deer?
Gnarled hands approached xyr paralyzed form, finger tips dancing along xyr antlers.
Well, you're no fun.
The creature huffed, staring down at xem, sneering. It would be more fun if you could move.

Feeling returned to his body.
Finally.
He couldn't even scream, couldn't speak.
Fear had turned into numb adrenaline, and his only thought was runrunrun!
They scrambled backwards, trembling fingers grabbing the dagger. Shaking legs finally got him to his feet, and he ran.
Oh, did he run.
They rarely ran.
But now, their feet felt light. Adrenaline poured through his veins like fire, never once slowing.
Don'tlookbackdon'tlookback.

The image of bloody, bony, inhuman feet flashed behind his eyes, clouding his vision. The image of a lumbering creature staggering quickly over the roots and fallen trees, and then an image of him from the back flashed through.
His thoughts were filled with horror, the creatures intentions seeping through the barriers of his mind, bloodlust and malicious thoughts blurring his consciousness.
Xyr heartbeat was pounding in their ears, silencing any other noise around xem, unable to figure out how close the creature was behind xem.

And the path came to a sudden dead end. The ground rose up high above him, towering directly about their head. Oh.

Oh.

Xe spun, facing the lumbering creature. The dagger flew from his hands with an inhuman force. The creature came to a halt before him, a slimy hand grabbing his chin. He coughed, foul breath filling his nose as the creature panted, a low growl rumbling in it's throat.



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