T̷h̷e̸ ̵G̶a̴m̸e̵ - A VR Role-play

[Cluckcluck1215]

“Well of course you are! It builds character,” Hewitt said. He had a gruff, British accent. “Still, this can be a dangerous place to hike in. Don’t you know about the beach bugs?” He snatched her spear out of her hands with surprising strength and looked it over. “I suppose a foolish kid like you wouldn’t know how to use a weapon like this.”

Beach...bugs? What is he on about?
Saturn gave an indignant yell as he snatched the spear, straightening to her full height. "Excuse you!" She snapped, reaching for the spear. "I know how to use it well, thank you very much!"
Actually, no, she didn't. But she could pretend, it was probably the safest bet.
"May I please have it back?"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Jack felt warm.
No, hot. Way too hot.
He cracked open his eyes. Yeah, the ceiling of his room definitely wasn’t that color.
Am I.. on the couch? Jack squinted at the endless expanse of sky blue. It took way too many seconds before he realized that the living room ceiling wasn’t that color, either.
Jack’s eyes shot open. He was fully awake now. He sat up, then quickly hopped to his feet.
“What the...”
He gazed around himself, moving his body in a slow circle as he did so. His heart sped up, his mouth slowly opening as he tried to comprehend his sudden new location, brows furrowing in confusion. A sea of white-yellow sand surrounded him. It was so blindingly bright that his eyes started to water. He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again to squint at the landscape. Now that he was a bit more used to it, he could see the gentle rise and fall of various dunes. In the distance, there was even a cactus. Wow. The sky above, meanwhile, was cloudless, the glaring sun as helpful to him as the sand.
Actually, the sun was much worse. Having a grasp on his setting had finally allowed Jack to notice again how uncomfortably hot he was. Noticing for the first time that he was wearing his jacket, he pulled it off and held it limply in one hand.
Why did it have to be the desert? He inwardly moaned.
“What the hell did I do last night?” Jack muttered out loud, both to assure himself that this was real and to break the silence that permeated the dry air. His voice creaked with uncertainty. His breath whistled in and out, the searing air making his throat ache.
I didn’t do anything.. I went to bed early. Am I......? Jack rubbed his face.
No. He thought, dismissing the previous notion.
Okay, then what is this?? Where is this?!
Jack’s eye twitched as he blinked rapidly. Ok, ok.. I have to... He gazed around himself again, squinting harder than ever. Looking desperately for any semblance of anything human made.
There, in the distance, was a faint bluish tinge to the expanse. It almost looked like.. a body of water?
Wait, that’s probably.. what’s it called?.. a mirage. Yeah. That’s what happens in movies. He rubbed his eyes, unconsciously mirroring the fictional characters on tv. He could already feel a thin sheen of hot sweat on his back. It would soon be much, much worse. He sighed, then looked back at the apparent mirage. Something about it was bugging him, but not in the obvious way... it almost seemed like he couldn’t see very far. Like playing minecraft with a low render distance. Though, for all he knew, that was a normal thing with deserts. He’d never actually been in a desert before, so that was entirely possible. The heat rising from the sands was distorting the landscape enough that there was no way to be sure. Still, it was odd.
You know what, I gotta..
Jack stepped forward. His foot hit something that was not sand. He looked down. A bag, which he didn’t remember being in the way of foot before, sat on the sand as if it had been there since the dawn of time. He picked it up slowly and stuck his hand in, his eyes searching the landscape as he did so. A smooth, metallic-feeling package, some sort of food bar.. his fingers traveled their way to- a bottle? He brought the bottle out to stare at it. Oh. Just water. A moment later, he made a face. What was I hoping for? Gatorade? I’m in a freaking desert, water is great. Shoving it back in, along with his almost-forgotten jacket, he felt his fingers once more brush the food bar. He brought it out, but barely glanced at it as his gaze was once more pulled into the distance, pondering his next move. His fingers started subconsciously messing with the wrapping, picking and tearing the edges of the smooth plastic until the bar was almost free from its binding. Abruptly, his hands froze.
Jack’s eyes widened with excitement, then he winced as the sun got into them, then he went and picked up-
A SWORD!

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Lyra walked actually it was a cross between a walk and a skip, she hummed a tune to herself, it hadn’t even occurred to her that there might be dangerous animals or people lurking in this god forsaken rainforest which never appeared to end. Suddenly just as she came to the top of a slope her foot slipped on one of the wet rocks and she plummeted screaming and kicking the whole way she attempted to grab hold of something but the vine she had wrapped her hand around broke, she fell in a heap at the bottom. “Uh, that was painful” was all she said, then she looked down and saw she was sitting on her tiny knife “oh that’s why.” She got up and looked around, the rainforest appeared to be thinning out here, it was going into a forest now, a plain old forest. Lyra pocketed the knife and set off towards the forest unaware of the Monster lurking in the shadows stalking her.

The monster followed though, you never would’ve suspected it to be stalking Lyra, she wasn’t exactly yummy looking she was more of a plain sad bran biscuit. She continued to walk and him to herself when it pounced, her scream was loud enough that it actually whimpered, the scream had gone up to soprano range and was dangerously close to hitting an octave only dogs could hear.

She doubled over laughing, the animal stared at her looking terrified of what it had unleashed, “well go on, you won’t be getting your meals here” she said lifting her knife “or I’ll stab you with this.” She looked at the pathetic tiny throwing knife which likely wouldn’t even cut through the creatures leathery thick skin. The rhino/Camelot out a roar, she almost dropped the knife before turning and running, through the grass and the leaf litter until she was well and truely out of the rainforest.

 

[RiverStorm]

After Tem took some time to collect themself, they reopened their eyes and let their body relax. Upon view of the disfigured food bar in their palms, they gave a disheartened mutter and drew back their claws. Raising the foodstuff to their nose, now that it was unintentionally opened, was curious of what exactly was in this ‘Food Bar’. The scent was reminiscent of their fathers protein bars that they most definitely didn’t sneak for themselves once in a while.

While the scent was most tempting, there were other creatures that found Tem far more enticing.

Disrupting the peaceful and casual grace of the meadow was a pair of wild, savage jackals that were making a straight cut towards the innocent cat child.

Tem’s ears started to flicker, clearly hearing something malicious was rapidly making a descent on them. Without haste, they yeeted the food bar back into the bag, tossed the bag around their chest, and popped the butterfly knife in between their teeth.

Run was what their instincts told them, and that’s what they did as they bounded off on all fours. The constant and death defying howls from the jackals rang in Tem’s ears, further fueling their adrenaline as if they didn’t have enough already.

No way am I gonna be some stupid animals lunch.

No way.

With their unceasing speed across the meadow, something strange within the environment started to occur. Trees started to fade in, filling in the emptiness of what was supposed to be a limitless green landscape. Only from there did the vegetation grow more extensive, varieties of redwood, firs, and pine trees surrounded them completely. Tem was able to maneuver and wind through these new obstacles with ease, sliding underneath or jumping over fallen trees with a cats grace and even go so far as take sharp turns in order to lose the jackals.

Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back.

Tem snapped their gaze back, which would prove to be an instant regret as the jackals emerged from the brush, taking a faster and quicker route to keep up with their prey. The jackals chops were flowing with froth, panting and letting out yowls as they started to close the space between Tem.

Crap I looked back.

Redirecting their gaze to what was ahead of them, Tem continued moving forward, feeling their muscles begin to burn and ache from all the exertion. Setting their sights on the nearest tree, Tem spun and lunged up the trunk to the safest branch that was out of reach of the jackals. As they clambered and securely set themself down to rest, their flip flop slid off and fell into the jaws of one of the jackals, which they happily tore to shreds.

Pocketing the knife that had built up quite a bit of slobber from being in between their teeth, Tem wiped their mouth and gave the jackals an earful. “Hey screw you guys! My flip flops were a gift!” Tem shouted down at the pair angrily and proceeded to give them each a bird. The jackals shared a look, and began leaping at the base of the tree, yowling and barking at Tem.

As Tem caught their breath, they couldn’t help but watch the jackals in amusement. Their lip curled into a mischievous smile, “You dog brains can jump and cry all you want, but both of you ain’t getting a piece of this!” they hollered mockingly, “So I’d get lost if I were you two. Go find a stupid squirrel or something.”

But the jackals did not cease their attempts to climb the tree, strictly determined to bring down the prey they chased all this way.

(@RiverStorm if ya wanna interact, they should be in the same forest as Aros)

(Ooh dope, lemme yeet Aros in Tem's direction to dispose of dem jackals)

Endless trees. It just seemed like a vast sea of trees, a far cry from the city's ocean of buildings.
Aros did his best to step lightly, taking every chance he could to only step on the patches of moss-- But they were sometimes few and far between, so that didn't happen every time, causing him to create crunching sounds with many falling footsteps.
His throat felt constricted, lungs under pressure and stomach knotted up from nerves; his sly eyes flickered back and forth, hypersensitive to every movement, inspecting every shadow. Occasionally, birds would glide down nearby, catching his attention-- And he noticed that when they flew they almost seemed... Too slow, lagging in flight. He shook his head, glancing over his shoulder before focusing back on the path ahead of him, his left hand reaching out and dragging across the bark of the massive trees as he passed by them.
He also donated a good bit on his concentration on sounds, but he hadn't made out anything that sounded threatening yet. Mostly the rustling of leaves, birds caroling their soft hymns of nature, the winds whistling through the trees' trunks, and--
Jackals?
He vaguely remembered hearing them while he was in the cave before they quieted down, but now they were definitely much closer to him-- Seemingly simply on the other side of a rocky outcropping-- Their howls more yippish and excited, as though they had found prey.
Aros slunk forward, slinking into the shadows and flattening himself against the rocks, gritting his teeth. He needed to keep moving forward to escape this accursed forest, but he wasn't about to walk right into a jackal-fest.
A grin slid over his face.
It wasn't a horrible time to perform some safe reconnaissance with his rare expertise.
He raised his hands, one dangling over the other, his fingers strained and outstretched towards each other. Green slits of light began sparking between his fingers, intertwining with his hands and sizzling with energy.
A wispy form shot away from him, slowly materializing to look like a spitting image of himself, not different in the slightest fashion. His eyes sparkled, staring down himself; before his mind splintered, entering into his aberration to claim it as his prominent palace of cognitive thoughts, leaving his actually body with enough conscience to mirror blurry peripheral vision-- He could tell and vaguely make out where that body was, what was happening to it, and move it with a little extra bout of clumsiness.
Aros's allusion form moved swiftly over the outcropping, skipping from boulder to boulder, whereas his actual body moved more sluggishly, creeping around the rocks, but very effectively staying out of the sight of the jackals-- And whatever it was that they had seemingly confined to a massive fir tree.
Allusion-Aros skipped forward, eyes darting up the tree, immediately realizing the thing they had treed was a person, to be exact, a person with cat features.
He moaned, realizing he definitely couldn't just leave them, imagining his mother's disappointed face at him running away from the situation.
So, he stopped directly behind the snarling jackals, a smirk spreading over his face. "'Ey, idiots!"
As the creatures whipped around, his mind regressed back into his body, leaving the fake him to distract the canines, and returning his focus to his body with the dagger-- Of which he began fumbling with the sheath of before finally removing the weapon and peeking around the boulders, just enough to get a good line of sight.
The animals weren't too far away, and based on the last time he practiced with his adoptive father, he also wasn't too bad of a throw.
He positioned the dagger in his hand, before hurtling the weapon.
He actually didn't expect it to hit, but it did, connecting directly with the animals upper neck, making it fall over flailing. Its companion seemed to stall, indecisive about its next move towards its utmost survival, before spinning around and fleeing into some brush.
He heaved a sigh of relief, glad to not have to kill another one, but felt callous to the one he did-- Having had to help his adoptive family put down sick animals before, and he simply told himself the creature most've been mad to attack the person in the tree in the first place.
Shaking his head, he slid back further into the shadows to stay out of the small cat-person's sight, his sight transferring over to his allusion form, looking up at the other person quizzically, and spreading his arms away from his body slightly. "Hey there, I guess. You good, man?" He called cautiously, watching them intensely, suddenly highly suspicious of this person-- Knowing they could be anyone, possibly even involved in why he was in the forest in the first place.

 

[Amer]

What the hell?

Immediately upon awakening, water dripped directly into Xavier's eyes. It sat up, cursing and wiping their eyes, hands coming away coated in a thin layer of dark makeup.
And... a number?
In what appeared to be dark marker was the numbers 35, directly in the center of it's right palm.

What was probably more concerning, though, was their surroundings.
They were sitting beneath a massive tree, the uppermost branches a hundred or so feet above them. Looming plants, soaked with last nights rain, surrounded them.

Why am I not home?

Keeping silent, it stood, lifting the bag at its side with it. It briefly inspected the bags contents, but they had little interest in them, strapping the bag across its chest. Instead, it was far more interested in the bow and quiver of arrows.

Carefully, they lifted it, taking care in case it was fragile. But it wasn't, it was study and appeared brand new.
Or... at least as brand new as an old fashion bow could be.
It looked like one straight from Brave, long and curved. It ran it's fingers along the bow, feeling the curves and engravements in it.

They had not a clue how to use a bow, never once even picking one up, but it couldn't be that hard... right? At least they had something to protect themself...
Hooking the quiver over their should, it kept the bow in their hand, and faced the forest.

Inhaling deeply, and pushing down the fear in its gut, it slipped into the forest.
Into the absolute unknown.

(Lol, it overestimates its bow abilities. )

Beach...bugs? What is he on about?
Saturn gave an indignant yell as he snatched the spear, straightening to her full height. "Excuse you!" She snapped, reaching for the spear. "I know how to use it well, thank you very much!"
Actually, no, she didn't. But she could pretend, it was probably the safest bet.
"May I please have it back?"

Hewitt shoved it back in her hands, turning his head. A hissing sound, the sand shoving upward, bright red antennae.
"Beach bug. Steel yourself and get behind me, kid. I'll show you how things are done."
A huge red carapace slowly rose out of the sand. Hewitt ran towards it impressively quickly, holding his cane like others might hold a baseball cap.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

The monster followed though, you never would’ve suspected it to be stalking Lyra, she wasn’t exactly yummy looking she was more of a plain sad bran biscuit. She continued to walk and him to herself when it pounced, her scream was loud enough that it actually whimpered, the scream had gone up to soprano range and was dangerously close to hitting an octave only dogs could hear.

She doubled over laughing, the animal stared at her looking terrified of what it had unleashed, “well go on, you won’t be getting your meals here” she said lifting her knife “or I’ll stab you with this.” She looked at the pathetic tiny throwing knife which likely wouldn’t even cut through the creatures leathery thick skin. The rhino/Camelot out a roar, she almost dropped the knife before turning and running, through the grass and the leaf litter until she was well and truely out of the rainforest.

The monster followed though, you never would’ve suspected it to be stalking Lyra, she wasn’t exactly yummy looking she was more of a plain sad bran biscuit. She continued to walk and him to herself when it pounced, her scream was loud enough that it actually whimpered, the scream had gone up to soprano range and was dangerously close to hitting an octave only dogs could hear.

She doubled over laughing, the animal stared at her looking terrified of what it had unleashed, “well go on, you won’t be getting your meals here” she said lifting her knife “or I’ll stab you with this.” She looked at the pathetic tiny throwing knife which likely wouldn’t even cut through the creatures leathery thick skin. The rhino/Camelot out a roar, she almost dropped the knife before turning and running, through the grass and the leaf litter until she was well and truely out of the rainforest.

(Gonna reply to you butter)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(Gonna reply to you butter)

(Okay great! I’m kinda RPing by myself with my characters lol)

 

[Yowza Wowza]

The monster followed though, you never would’ve suspected it to be stalking Lyra, she wasn’t exactly yummy looking she was more of a plain sad bran biscuit. She continued to walk and him to herself when it pounced, her scream was loud enough that it actually whimpered, the scream had gone up to soprano range and was dangerously close to hitting an octave only dogs could hear.

She doubled over laughing, the animal stared at her looking terrified of what it had unleashed, “well go on, you won’t be getting your meals here” she said lifting her knife “or I’ll stab you with this.” She looked at the pathetic tiny throwing knife which likely wouldn’t even cut through the creatures leathery thick skin. The rhino/Camelot out a roar, she almost dropped the knife before turning and running, through the grass and the leaf litter until she was well and truely out of the rainforest.

After some time of walking, Evan started to notice the grove of redwoods he’s previously been walking amongst had disappeared, and were replaced by plentiful cedar, spruce, and pine trees. Just like the ones he’d see in the Olympic National Forest. Curious, he turned around to see if the giant redwoods were still behind him, but there was not a single trace of the iconic trees.

Huh... okay.. that’s freaky. He thought, bringing a hand up to his head and rubbing his buzzed hair out of discomfort. Before returning his hand to his side, his eyes caught sight of the black number printed on his right hand. Taken aback, he set his baseball bat up against the nearest tree and studied the bold number ‘4’ on his palm, and traced it with a finger on his adjacent hand.

Is this a tattoo?!

Out of distress, Evan started to fret his right palm on his pants in hopes of removing the number as if it had been created by an erasable marker. Stealing glances here and there of his palm, it was no use as he saw no change in the number. Giving up, Evan retrieved his baseball bat and gave out a heavy sigh.

Now I really hope this is a dream. Halmeoni and Harabeoji would have my head if I ever got a tattoo.

Turning back around, Evan continued on his way until suddenly a pale, orange haired girl manifested out of the blue, running straight past him as she carried a small knife in her hand. Another thing he noticed was the fact that she looked roughened up and partially wet from possibly rain or falling in a puddle.

Evan was completely frozen, unable to process what had just happened right before his eyes. Blinking, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out as he stared in the direction she appeared from.

I should’ve seen her coming right? Or at least heard her?!

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

After some time of walking, Evan started to notice the grove of redwoods he’s previously been walking amongst had disappeared, and were replaced by plentiful cedar, spruce, and pine trees. Just like the ones he’d see in the Olympic National Forest. Curious, he turned around to see if the giant redwoods were still behind him, but there was not a single trace of the iconic trees.

Huh... okay.. that’s freaky. He thought, bringing a hand up to his head and rubbing his buzzed hair out of discomfort. Before returning his hand to his side, his eyes caught sight of the black number printed on his right hand. Taken aback, he set his baseball bat up against the nearest tree and studied the bold number ‘4’ on his palm, and traced it with a finger on his adjacent hand.

Is this a tattoo?!

Out of distress, Evan started to fret his right palm on his pants in hopes of removing the number as if it had been created by an erasable marker. Stealing glances here and there of his palm, it was no use as he saw no change in the number. Giving up, Evan retrieved his baseball bat and gave out a heavy sigh.

Now I really hope this is a dream. Halmeoni and Harabeoji would have my head if I ever got a tattoo.

Turning back around, Evan continued on his way until suddenly a pale, orange haired girl manifested out of the blue, running straight past him as she carried a small knife in her hand. Another thing he noticed was the fact that she looked roughened up and partially wet from possibly rain or falling in a puddle.

Evan was completely frozen, unable to process what had just happened right before his eyes. Blinking, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out as he stared in the direction she appeared from.

I should’ve seen her coming right? Or at least heard her?!

Lucky for her the orange in her hair was beginning to fade, she ran past before skidding to a stop, “is it coming?” She puffed

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Lol, it overestimates its bow abilities. )

Hewitt shoved it back in her hands, turning his head. A hissing sound, the sand shoving upward, bright red antennae.
"Beach bug. Steel yourself and get behind me, kid. I'll show you how things are done."
A huge red carapace slowly rose out of the sand. Hewitt ran towards it impressively quickly, holding his cane like others might hold a baseball cap.

(very much so)


Saturn huffed at the rude way he shoved the spear into her hands, scowling at him. Soft hissing reached her ears, slowly increasing in volume, until something bright red crept up from beneath the sand.
"What the fu—"
She backed up quickly, clutching the spear tightly. Frozen from head to toe, she couldn't move a single muscle. Run, run, run!