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Digital or Real?

Sorry I took so long! :( There you go! I just had to buckle down and do it ^^ Yay. I feel a little fluffy for just putting so much background in there, but I want our timelines to work out just right and I was trying to establish the tech side of things a little more clearly. ^_^"

Digital or Real?

James walked Sasha to the door, though Alex accompanied them, so it was a mere hug and a wave goodbye. It wasn't fair that she had to leave so that somebody with a job could have a party, but then again, Sasha might also not have been a late-nighter like James was. However, after the ball dropped, the party began to generally disperse anyway. Everybody seemed vanish within the hour and, though they would have liked ot wait until morning, the Delacourt family was left cleaning up the most noticeable parts of the mess. As James was left with his mother in the kitchen, wrapping up leftover snacks and taking care to make sure that they were put away correctly to prevent spoiling.

"So," the woman began as she emptied the contents of a pot into some tupperware, "You and Sasha seem to be having a lot of fun with your first relationship." She smiled brightly to her son, but something felt off.

"Uh... y-yeah, I guess so. I mean, we really like each other, so... Why?" He asked, looking over curiously, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well... Uhm... I just wanna make sure you two aren't moving too fast... You know, at your ag-"

"Mom! No, stop, don't," He dropped what he was holding and it fell to the counter as he turned and waved his hands, "Let's not go there. Nothing, uh... er... l-like that is going on," He said, clearly flustered and blushing hotly in humiliation. Matt had just started walking by at the wrong minute and the older boy nearly fell to the floor, laughing his ass off.

"Oh, look at him, poor little guy," He teased.

"Shut yer trap, Matt!" The boy snapped, turning back around to take care of the leftovers, trying his best to just... disappear. The subject, thankfully, was dropped.

February 11'th 2019

James was just about to sit down, open his lunch, and tear into it. He was starving. His friends were all waiting with a friendly hello as he was just about to sit down. "Hey, guys, o-oh!" He yelped as he was quickly tugged away, "Nevermind! Guess not today!" He said with a laugh as he was pulled away, almost missing his lunch bag as he stepped away, just barely managing to grab it. He would be the last guy to let go of Sasha's hand, so he caught up to her rather than being dragged along and softly squeezed it inside of his own. "Oh, uh, sure," He said, shrugging. They almost never ate without their friends. They hung out nearly every day after school, anyway, so "alone time" wasn't really a problem. As they took their lunch a little farther from their friends, the two found a place under a tree at the edge of campus. They were allowed free roaming, so long as they were back to the school before class started again, so some students would even go home for it; James knew a few who would go home and play PlayStation until the break was over.

"So... did you hear? The next Sony console was finally announced a few weeks ago. It's pretty huge news, the style of actual console gaming, they said, is going to die with the PlayStation Five. The next one is going to take their Morpheus and turn it into a fully-supported gaming device - entirely run by digital copies of games, which was entirely expected anyway. Looks like VR is taking quite a while, but the head and hand tracking is making leaps and bounds, I wonder how it'll play..." He mused, "But I think I'm going to sit the next Sony generation out - I hear Valve is funding a little third-party company that's been working on full-V.R. for years now and from what I've seen in leaks, it's going to be huge. Knowing Valve, I wouldn't be surprised if the release date wasn't announced until only a few months before it hit the market, but I wanna be the first one in the running while everybody else is still clinging to the media-hyped stuff," He explained, "We'll have to see how limiting it is, I don't imagine they've cracked the code for all five senses in one fell swoop when all they've gotten thus far is some neat head tracking and motion control."

It was sadly true, the hype of the "VR Movement" was a bit underwhelming at the turn of the last decade. The senses were really hard to recreate, as was expected, but even more so than most realized. Even still, five years later, they were still trying to find a way to control a character without placing a controller in somebody's hands. Third-party consoles had been making a huge amount of noise in the community, but few beyond hardcore or passionate gamers and tech-lovers knew much about them.

James then realized he'd been completely out of it and rambling about something that was clearly far from Sasha's mind. He felt like an idiot, looking over to her, he knew she wanted to talk about something, and there he was, back on technology and games. "Oh, geeze, sorry," He said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck and he unwrapped his sandwich. "So... uh... what's up, Sashie?" He asked playfully, using his pet name for her before nudging into her with a bright smile and placing an arm over her shoulder. James leaned his head back against the tree and took in the scenery while he waited for her to speak. If he was being perfectly honest, he'd almost completely forgotten about Valentine's Day. He knew the weekend was important, but he just couldn't remember why. His mom had mentioned something, but he'd not really listened, he was on his way out the door when she mentioned it a few days ago.

Destiny: Contact Horizon

Cold air clung to Iliana's body as it permeated the air of the small red planet. She was thankful for her long, tightly wrapped red scarf and the hooded fur jacket she wore over her Kamarov Hunter's Armour. The cold couldn't bear through her mask either, though it somehow filled the entire observatory that the two had decided to use as shelter from the frequent dust storms in order to get some rest. A pair of thin, but quite well-insulated sleeping bags were unrolled on the metallic floor. Iliana's eyes scanned the massive console which controlled most of the goings-on in the massive complex. Materializing beside her, the Ghost companion which all Guardians had would look over the computer and begin to run a scan. Within mere moments, he began to speak.

"I can close the airlocks and seal the complex for the night from here and then turn on the oxygen pumps, but the heating systems need to be visited manually in the sub-basements in order to turn on any remote heating. You two could survive the night in cold, but you risk exposure as well as weakened immune systems due to the temperatures. I could return it to only this room for the duration of the night," He said before dematerializing.

Iliana thought for a moment before looking over to Asurya, "Well, I know I don't wanna sleep in my mask and this coat all night," She said honestly, a soft 'psst' sounding as she removed the pressure-locked mask from her face, taking a lungful of freshly pumped oxygen in. She stared down the sight of her Shingen autorifle and took note of the number at the base of it, where the number of rounds her in her magazine were displayed. She pulled a few of the ones she had emptied throughout the day from her bandoleer and began to refill them with the stores in extra stores she had packed, having relieved the weight from her Sparrow before entering the building. From the ammo box, she began to load the rounds into each of those empty magazines. Once finished, she refilled her bandoleer and checked the cylinder of her hand cannon, the barrel coloured in a deep, glossy crimson. She spun the cylinder once before flicking it back into the gun and shoving it into the holster on her hip. After ensuring that everything was ready, she chambered a round for her rifle and readjusted her hooded fur jacket which kept her warm under the protective Kamarov body armour.

"I'm heading to the basement - do you want to keep setting up, or join me? The complex seems to be pretty barren, but I don't want to bar the option of having a battle buddy," She said, firmly pulling the butt of the rifle into her shoulder as she held tightly to the foregrip and it down across her chest. Her index finger was loosely pressed parallel to the gun, above the trigger. She shook her head, tossing her short hair back and out of her eyes.

Destiny: Contact Horizon

Iliana Borden

Name: Iliana Borden
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Huntress

Appearance:


Background: Born in the Last City, beneath the might of the Traveler, Iliana was raised by a former Guardian, cut down in his prime due to the loss of his right arm, and his wife. She was raised just below the noble classes, due to her father's standing as a Guardian before her birth. He was a very intelligent man, a Warlock, in fact, who continued to devote his life to studying the Traveler and all that the mysterious sphere had to offer. Her mother, on the other hand, worked very hard to raise the girl. The silver lining to her father's injury came with the home they were given and the job he acquired at the Academy, where he would teach aspiring Warlocks and scholars what he could. Even after losing his status as an official Guardian, Iliana's father's Ghost remained with them. It was not until Iliana came of age that they realized why - he became her Ghost and allowed her passage for Guardian training.

She and her best friend, Asurya, an Awoken girl who lived not far from her, enlisted at the same time and were trained together. To this day, they're one of the closest-knit duos of the Guardian Fire Teams. While they try to keep to themselves, it isn't uncommon for them to invite a third or fourth member on their excursions, depending on the nature of the mission.

Contact Horizon is a 1x1 between Scout & Anima - though we welcome posts to the OOC, we would like to mention that the Destiny universe has only hit the consoles in Beta form and little is known. Furthermore, even after release, an immense amount of information posted will certainly be non-canon and contain many of our own plot devices. The roleplay is character-centered more than it is action-focused. We claim no right to the Destiny Universe, but the characters are entirely of our own design, as is the story revolving around them specifically. >_> This isn't a legal disclaimer, so... Just a heads-up, it likely has some holes. We're not, obviously, trying to rip-off of Bungie's fantastic game. Just had a craving to use the setting for a roleplay. Hooray! Feel free to comment and let us know what you think.

Pokémon: Rise of Chaos

It's okay, guys. I'm very, very sorry fo rhte slow progress here! I take all of the blame on that front. This last week was the Beta Test for Destiny and I was lucky enough to take part in it. I know Vena was in the same boat ;) but that's okay! Had a blast, and ready to get back to real work here. I'll try to get back to Quarthex's side soon and we'll try to get some updates out more quickly in the future. Again, I'd like to apologize, as it's entirely my fault for slacking off while the testing was on. I must say, though, 9.5/10 (because you can't get a Beta a 10! I was only able to reach level 8 and explore Old Russia ;-; waaa, MOAR!). Anyway, that's that, get it, play it, love it. ^^ Will get back to work soon.

Digital or Real?

Ewwwwwwwww... XD

Far From Home

Fitch didn't say a word as they walked. As would be expected, he was extremely nervous, though he did a good job hiding it. He kept his blade drawn at his side, the steel straight sword was a dull grey with a topaz-coloured edge and a jagged cross-guard. His shield was not quite a tower, but it was no buckler either. It had a nice moderation of size in a kite shape with plenty of stopping power. Over his armour, he wore a long, white cloak with a leafless tree growing from the base all the way to the hood, which was drawn over his head. He wore a simple, silver headband that gently hugged his forehead from under the gold-trimmed hood and provided a much-needed speed boost. As Doku spoke, carefully outlining the plan, Fitch showed no sign of faltering, despite his heart rate, "Understood." He tried to distract himself, but his mind was truly void of thought. What does it feel like? He wanted desperately to ask, To take a life... Do you feel anything at all? Does it stay with you, even when it's as justified as this? Or does it feel relieving to expunge such bile from the world? However, rather than asking, he resolved to find out firsthand.

They grew close to the oasis and he opened his map; they were just up ahead. He could see the glimmer of the water tucked away in the desert. He pulled the shield from his back, preparing for the fight to come. As they were eyeshot, the small group all had their backs turned, likely enjoying a nice lunch before hitting the field again. Clearers who wasted their talents - Fitch had never seen them at the boss fights, but he knew that they were grinding on the highest floor open to the public. Once upon a time, he would approach these people and see him and all of his friends sitting there, talking and laughing. They would all join up together, maybe even take a swim, but today... He only saw a PK'er, for whatever reasons the man had, and his cronies. Was it truth? He thought so. Did it matter? No, not at all. The fight began and at that point, he was rather grateful that he had not been thinking at all, because his mind kicked in on instinct, and as Doku began his physical confrontation with the leader, all of his friends turned to see it in shock. Just as they began to mobilize, Fitch was at Doku's back, raising his shield just in time to directly catch a thrusted blade. Colours began to flash as Fitch pushed the underlings away from their occupied leader. He ducked, rolled, and bashed his way into the center of three. Strategically, it would, at first, be thought of as stupid. But from this angle, none of them would see how easily their leader was being taken down.

He smirked and flipped attitudes from hiding behind his shield to slashing away incoming attacks and returning their power with an equally powerful skill. A long spear narrowly missed his head and his shield dematerialized as he released the strap and swiftly thrust his hand up to grab it. This was where his leveling came in - he had been focusing his level-ups on strength rather than dexterity and relied on boosts to keep his speed on-par. With a grunt and a bit of exertion, he yanked the spear farther into the direction it had been thrust before he released it and brought the hilt of his sword down into the man's back, throwing him onto the floor. The spear was dropped and Fitch pulled his shield from his back once more, where it had returned to after being "dropped." His ears rang as the powerful 'thump... thump... thump...' of his blood pumped loudly in his head. He felt the thrill of the fight and had all but forgotten he was fighting real people. It just seemed like a duel, if even that. As the other two moved in on him, he deftly blocked each attack - one with his shield, the other with his blade - before moving on the offensive, his blade striking powerfully against each of their attacks, wearing each of them down. The spear user eventually recovered, rather worse for the wear, but each of them grew fatigued as Fitch only felt more and more power surging through him.

The strategic part of his mind lined it up perfectly - somehow he managed to get all three of them clustered, surrounded by... only him. His sword flashed as he started the skill 'Vertical Square' - however, rather than centering on one, he was able to actually hit each one. the final blow actually knocking all three to the ground as the square burst from its landing point. His breathing grew heavy as he stepped over the spear user - each of their health bars were now red, fractions of where they once were. Fitch's glowed a vibrant orange, nearing on red, and he glanced at it with a bright smile, High Score... Maybe next time I can do even better... He activated a Finishing Skill - a simple downward stab to be used on a downed opponent. He held the skill high above his head, a bright red emanating from the entirety of the blade as he met the spear user's eyes. They plead to him - why? Fitch needed not answer - in fact, he only grinned. The sword entered the boy's chest in a mere moment, twisting angrily. Thrice he repeated this action until each one was disintegrated, and as the last one's eyes lost life, he actually felt something swell in his chest.

As it took shape and formed, he made a noise, "Heh.... Heheh...." His downward gaze was clouded in shadow by his hood. Was he crying? Getting ready to puke? Breaking down? These were all normal things one would do after coldly murdering three human being. But no, it was a laugh. His shield disappeared and returned to his back as he sheathed his sword beneath it. He fell to his knees and turned his head to the sky, his hood falling back, his eyes wide. "I did it... I actually... fucking... did it..." His gaze turned toward Doku, "And it... felt... amazing," He hissed with a grin. His eyes were mad, but he felt free... He didn't have to think about anything, not really, he just knew that before the fight, his heart weighed heavily with everything that had recently happened, but with this... it all fell away. When he could not help others before, now he felt true power. The monsters in this game held only strength, they had no true intelligence. He did. And the other people in the game did. That was the real challenge - fighting something that could think, that could reason. And he easily resisted it.

Fitch rose to his feet, slowly, thoughtfully, before brushing himself off. The oasis was now empty, save for the two men standing before it. "Three," He held up a hand with his thumb, index, and middle finger up, "Piece. Of. Cake," He crossed his arms and rose a brow at his newest friend, despite the fact he had nearly forgotten his health until the very end. "What's next?"

Digital or Real?

I see! Great job :) I've got another post to write first, then I'll get you a reply. ^^

Digital or Real?

I don't spoil! XD But rest assured, I think Season three is far better than two. I was also not a huge fan of season two, apart from Iroh's cameo xD

Digital or Real?

Things are going well enough ^^ I'm completely game, and Rise of Chaos is well... we had some... uh... turbulence with an individual and have been rocky as we plan because of schedules being in flux lately. However, we're all still very excited :) take your time posting, I didn't wanna rush you ^_^ I knew that if you were leaving, you'd say something.

As a side note, just got caught uo on the new Legend of Korra season... my god, the feels in some of the episodrs. ^^ their writing is quite good, I think.