The Simulation [Inactive]

Bea Delaine

Bea Delaine

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Bea Delaine submitted a new role play:


The Simulation - What happens when what seems to be an online game turns out to have no "log off"?

"…Hello...
…Welcome to the Sim!


We are Pleased to have you here…


…Where you may live as a hero and battle with new friends."


"Step into the capsule and voice activate to begin."


You step into the scanning capsule and say, "Scan," The capsule came with the game, and will be used to create a character of your image, as well as enter the game.


A light flashes.


"Give your name, and set clothing equipped by simply thinking of what...
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Rakia May stood before the capsule, listening to the voice commands of the game. It was funny.. sure it was a super costly game, but such a well built scanner. She hadn't even played a capsule game before... though it seemed fun. She took her hair pins out, letting a scarlet messy bun roll down. She slipped off her jacket as well, revealing slender but healthy toned arms. She had a different reason than others for buying this game. Still, she laughed and told her friends it was because she wanted to rub her wins in their faces at school. She didn't really want to at all though.


Rakia stepped into the capsule. A light flashed. Reddish Purple. Sort of a dark magenta. She must be getting scanned. The air felt odd.. very sterile, very light. "Activating clothing equipped." She mumbled, knowing what to do at this point. She envisioned herself in something cheery and black, matching her favorite colors and her hair. Maybe purple too.. something easy to maneuver around in. Not large or hot as she gets tired fast, and something that will be comfortable to flip in and stretch to an extra degree. A sword. A large and intimidating one. But she has to be able to lift it. A feather light great sword? Almost made her laugh.


Before she had time to come up with a more realistic idea, she felt too lightheaded to think. She felt the air leave her lungs and she clawed at the door, but it would not budge. The voice was... saying something... important? maybe not too.. Rakia wanted to sleep.. close her eyes and..


It all went black.


Opening her eyes once again, after feeling thoroughly comfortable, she was in a bed. Sort of a pod looking thin with cushions. A lady in a plain black suit with synthetic orange hair helped her out and she walked out of the room. Everything was lined with ice blue lights, filling the room with comfortable visibility. She looked at herself, finding, much to her amusement, that she was downed in her dream outfit, as well as a weightless huge sword. "Wow, they really did it." She jumped at her own voice. It was hers, through and through, loud and clear.It felt like she was actually in the world. Was that possible?


Walking down the hall, she came to a window. The sterile hall was nothing in comparison. She leapt out the window, landing with cat like grace something hundred feet below. Her body was momentarily drenched in a Redish purple flame, leaving as soon as it was there. Here she was. The Sim.


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Atlas stood tall inside of the video games technical capsule, his fingers drumming against his thigh impatiently. His crystal blue eyes grazing each detail, guessing each tools name while awaiting the games instructions. He had gotten this RPG hoping to get away from his father, school, and life in general. And hoped that it would be well worth his earnings, as he thought this the lighting of the room faded to a dull green a sage almost. But he looked un fazed his expression un moving like a stone, he reached up and scratched his chin with his girl like nails.


"Activating clothing equipped..." He muttered, barely comprehendible and created an image within his mind. The scars which littered the lower part of his face always annoyed him, as well as his smile. So he hoped for a clean breathable mask to wear over his mouth, possible to breath through when he was perhaps fighting. Then to match his casual wear he chose to wear something quite dull unlike what others may choose, shades of brown and black to keep him from being the eye candy in the room.


Atlas then imagined what sort've weapons he may use if needed, nothing flashy being his main goal. He hadn't quite thought about his utensils for defense, so he contemplated what items he worked well with in his real life. Anything surgical, his fingers moving gracefully and easily when using those instruments. He then looked down at his lady like nails and nodded as if approving his other weapon, some metal claws...But nothing to bulky.


As if something had been waiting for his to make up his mind, once he had his weapons chosen. The air seemed to be torn from his lungs, beginning to panic he lurched forward pounding his fist into the side of the capsule. When he was about to attack the wall once more his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes fluttering shut. And his mind falling into an oblivion.


Atlas once he re opened his eyes found that he was in a pod of sorts and stayed silent observing the area around him. Wondering if he had been token into the game, he sat up just as a man entered with a large practiced smile. The man reached forward to help Atlas, but he happily declined and got out of the bed himself and followed the man to where he was leading him. Atlas opened his mouth to let out a quiet yawn and felt a fabric over his mouth, and placed two fingers onto the surgical mask and dragged them a cross the surface. And let out a huh, when he looked down to see himself in what he imagined earlier.


"Well then..." He muttered, impressed then came to a door walking out his sage aura slowly fading away into nothingness.


The Sim, he thought, better be worth it...
 
Karina's fingers felt the thin glass of the capsule as she half- listened to the programmed voice giving her the instructions of the game. She had already been thinking up strategies for the battles that were to come in the game, although she didn't know what she would be up against. "Activating clothing equipped." she said looking at her reflection on the glass. Silver and dark red armor covered her body from head to toe so that even her eyes seemed metallic. She looked around the capsule, but couldn't find the promised weapon. Then she looked down at her hands, not only armored like the rest of her body, but had a million tiny holes poked into them. “Lasers.” she said aloud. But before she could realize what was happening, her eyes clouded over with darkness.


Light shot into Karin's vision, making her bolt up right in defense. She found herself in a bed(or maybe in was a pod?) a girl with white hair waiting at her side to help her out. “It fine, I got it.” she mumbled pushing herself up and out of the pod. She walked out of the room and out of the building, looking at the futuristic world around her. She smirked to herself and cracked her knuckles as her aura flashed dark red then faded.


“It's showtime.”
 
When outside, Rakia felt a tinge of fear. She couldnt help but wonder if her frailties were going toeffect the game. Her hopes dropped as stats seemed to write themselves in glowing blue letters before her and she saw the dreaded 2 for stamina. No overexerting, even in a world of action and battles. Shame.


She decided to test her agility though. If landing perfectly jumping off a buildingwasnt proof, this would be. She jumped easily from building wall to wall and landed upon a blue hover craft like car with a .player and an npc driver. She stood easily, feet glowing with her aura when a voice on a communication device, black and purple on her scarf spoke. "Well done. Your strongest stat woll be enhanced with your designated energy. Test out other strengths to raise the stat. "


Rakia groaned at the autoset voice. Hopefully this woould just be temporary. She saw other players exiting. A neat looking robot or cyborg like girl and a boy with an interesting surgical mask. She leapt off the hovercar and landed before them.
 
Karina looked down at the girl stand in front of her and tensed. I bet she's asking for a fight. she thought looking down at the gigantic sword the girl was holding.. She looked at her stats to see what her best bet in a fight would be. Oh come on! Of all the things they could of picked, running away is my best bet. She looked back at the girl. "What do you want?" she muttered.
 
Rakia was silent for a moment, feeling the tension. After a minute or two she laughed. "Easy! Easy! Im not here for a fight yet. That wouldnt be smart of me... losing as soon as i get here. I wanna say cool get up. Im Rakia." She said with a goofy smile, light blue eyes full of enjoyment. "Who are you?"
 
Karina touched the ends of her silver hair, startled by Rakia's pleasant natured laugh and smile. "Uh, I'm Karina." Are we supposed to be talking so easily like this? There wasn't anything about this in the instructions. As Karina kept pondering she realized just then that a guy a surgical mask was standing there.
 
Atlas took a seat on a bench, examining his new interesting surroundings. Cars flew, and men and women ran through the streets as if everyone was heading somewhere. He ran his fingers across the surface of the old wood, it felt real like the seat he would read at outside of his house. Atlas readjusted the mask, enjoying the cover it provided him.


Atlas stood, brushing off the non existent dust which could have coated the front of his trench coat. Before staring over at the girls and muttering a bit unsure of them,


"Atlas Randal..."
 
"Uh nice to meet you guys i guess." she said, unsure of how to react, having never really had allies in the real world. "Look I would love to stay and chat, but I have some battling to do." she found herself saying, and with that she walked away in the opposite direction.
 
"Ah... i hope to run into you again!" Rakia called afterthe nervous looking girl before nodding at atlas. "Bad ideato jump into battles while weak though. You should try raising your stats first so you arent dead immediately.
 
Atlas looked over at the girl, his expression blank but he was intrigued. He gripped the strap of his tan backpack as he questioned,


"How do you increase your stats?" He had seen his stats and was displeased by his low strength level.
 
"I upped my agility by two by running up a building. I guess you train it like in real life.. and when you getthe glowy stuff, it gets raised. It seems stupid to fight with low stats when you havent had a chance to fix your shortcomings." She all but rambled. Shrugging cheerfully.
 
Atlas nodded in understanding, looking at the girl with the fiery hair for a moment.


"Your name...I didn't hear you say it.." He muttered quietly, tapping his thigh with the tips of his slim metal claws. Thinking about ways to increase his strength.
 
Once Karina was far away from Atlas and Rakia she ducked into an allyway. "Now let's see what this suit can do." She whispered into the dark. She zipped around in circles quickly the looked up at the side of one of the buildings that enclosed the alleyway. Picking up speed she scaled the building wall in two seconds flat. "Wow." she said quietly. "I can see everything up here!" she peeked over the edge of the building looking at the ground far below.
 
"Hmm. Sorry about that Atlas, im Rakia." She said casually. "I have a two for endurance.. how would i fix that?" Sheasked, not to anyone in particular. She then took a better look at Atlas. "Ya know, with such a generic clothing style and those claws, youd make a fine thief... or something of the sort."
 
Atlas looked down at his dark attire attire then up at the seemingly energetic girl.


"Well Rakia, I'll take that as a sort've compliment." His voice still didn't hold much emotion, "


My strengths at Five.." He responded allowing her to know that she wasn't alone with having a weak point.
 
Rakias smile grew five sizes that day. Kidding, that would be painful and terrifying for spectators. It grew when the monotonouus man spoke. "It was meant to be a compliment! While some focus on appearance and intimidation... functions forgotten, right? And a five? We should fix it up... but how tohelp..?"
 
Ater sighed before walking into the pod. Hopefully, this would keep anyone from bothering him. The door shut behind him, and the walls went dark. No, not dark... there was still light, just not easily visible. Before anything else could happen, he spoke out, "Activating clothing equipped."


He appeared in something dark. Good to blend in with the black light coming from the walls. A red and black bandanna materialized, covering his mouth and nose. He laughed, realizing that he looked like a street thug. A good look for what was soon to be The Sim's main antagonist!


Then it all went even darker. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. He passed out, opening his eyes to a new world. Someone walked over to help him up from his pod, but he pushed them away. He was in far too much a hurry. He had to get some skills before anyone else did. He walked out the building, not even bothering to marvel at the wonderful and lifelike graphics, nor the amazing setting. Instead, he began to look around for places to grind for xp.
 
Atlas nodded as she explained her thinking behind the observation she made.


"Well thank you," he replied before continuing,


"Perhaps I could simply pick something up..." He thought out loud examining their surroundings with his icy blue eyes.
 
Karina watched as a guy who looked like a thug come out of the pod building. Hm, he looks like he wants a fight. She thought. She looked at her stats again then back at the black- haired guy, unsure if it would be a good idea to fight him. 
 
Rakia nodded, looking at storage bins made of a false metal substance. She brought out her large sword. "Lets try this.. Throw those at me. Ill work on speed and stamina and those dontseem terribly light. Deal?"
 
Atlas stared at the bins silently before nodding in agreement. Finding that it just might work out for the both of them. He stepped towards one of the bins gripping each side tightly, actually having difficulty picking it up.
 
Ater grinned as he lifted the gun. This would be a good way to start a fight. He narrowed his sights on the box being lifted, not caring if he hits the guy lifting.


He counted to three, held his breath, pulled the trigger, and the horrible chatter of the gun began.
 
Rakia saw before she heard the gun, forgetting the exercise, her instincts took over and she sprinted in defending Atlas, the wide part of her blade working like a sheild.
 
Atlas stood a step back his eyes widening a moment, when the girl jumped in front of him. He did the math in his head, figuring out the angle which he had been shot at and looked to see a black haired boy holding a gun in the distance. Irritation fell over him, never enjoying those who seemed to suffer for attention. He let out a muffled sigh, tapping the tips of his claws together in annoyance.
 
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