open log » ❝ The VR Program ❞

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: August 5th, mid morning.
Location: Anywhere characters happen to be/the VR.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: From August 5th to August 8th, characters are plunged involuntarily into the VR Program.
Warnings: Potential violence within the threads.

When the chance arises, she's quick to take it. The programming is incomplete, she knows; the simulation isn't ready — but she's not likely to get another shot at it. And so she moves, slipping through security codes to input the command. The machines hum to life with nothing but a flicker of a green light in a dark room, and it takes only seconds to establish connections. The signal is sent out; the weapons respond.

In a single pulse, reality drops away.

There will be darkness at first as the mind realigns itself to the signals being sent it. Slowly, the darkness fades, forms take shape. People take shape. The setting is terribly familiar, plucked from the user's own mind. It might feel like a dream at first, with events playing out as if predestined, the would-be dreamer moving through a familiar and unalterable route in them. But as things begin to feel more and more realistic, as more senses more fully connect to the simulation, awareness will change. This is not a dream. This is more than a memory.

Welcome to the VR.

Only 20 minutes later, in some underground quarters, Doctor Sponde is roused from an undignified sprawl. He's hastily briefed and shuttled toward the command center, looking grim. He knows the problem demands an immediate fix, but… well, this is some complex machinery. It could take some time. It could take days. He gets to work.

Comments

*sobs* So late!

[noble_nate]

The blackness that Nathaniel had been walking through slowly recedes, and he finds himself standing next to the table that Takegami's sitting at, watching as the two men advance on him. Acting on instinct, he kicks out at the nearest one, his foot making a nice crunching sound as it connects with the man's kneecap.

NEVAR LATE

[onemoredeath]

"Hm, I don't think this is real."

Takegami's voice was relaxed. The one detective was grabbing his knee and still moving while the second one was ignoring his buddy to continue to go around the table. There was still the third officer, standing against the wall, hands fumbling for the baton in his belt loop, but like all officers, it was locked in place with a peacekeeping knot.

He stood up, grabbed the wounded detective and introduced his face to the hard table. Hard.

[noble_nate]

Nathaniel’s surprised at how casual Takegami seems about all of this, but thankfully the disinterest isn’t stopping the man from fighting back. Nathaniel pulls out one of his daggers and hurls it at the man by the door. It stabs into his arm, pinning it to the wall.

[onemoredeath]

"I am well past this point," he continued, speaking more to himself, making sure that his mind was not being strange. He slammed the detective against the table again and then let him go.

Takegami glanced over at Nathaniel and then focused on the only unwounded detective in the room, flexing his fingers. Surprisingly, he didn't seem scared. When he was in here before, they had flinched whenever he made a move.

"I suppose they are messing around with our minds again." With that, he slapped his palm hard against the detective's nose, breaking it. "How messy."

[noble_nate]

Nathaniel’s now grappling with the man who was guarding the door, trying to fetch a dagger from his boot at the same time.

“You seem... awfully calm... about this,” he manages to get out.

[onemoredeath]

"What good would panicking do me?"

The officer knew how to hit. Takegami sucked in his breath as two blows landed hard against his stomach. It stun, but he ignored the pain and the lack of air as he went for the officer's throat. Last minute he didn't bite instead slammed the top of his head against the man's jaw.

Wouldn't do to let someone see him kill with his teeth.

[noble_nate]

No, that wouldn't go over well at all. As it is, Nathaniel is a bit surprised at Takegami's cold efficiency. He's never seen the other man fight before, and thus had no way of judging his skill. It's obvious enough now that he's quite proficient in fighting.

The man who Nathaniel's been fighting makes a grab for Nathaniel's knife. Nathaniel manages to wrestle it away from him and stabs the man in the chest -- a fatal blow.

[onemoredeath]

A round house kick to make the officer fall and Takegami stood straight, glancing around the room. He could smell the blood - from the stab wound, from the broken nose, and he flexed his fingers again, fighting the urge to just make them all bleed. He may not be a true soldier, Takegami had honed himself into a weapon under all the pretty and flashy persona. After all, some people did not go quietly.

"When I get angry, I get mean," he said evenly, walking over to Nathaniel.