Virtual Bliss? (Event)

[Momma Kammie]

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The director sat behind his desk with a smile firmly planted on his face. All the applicants were already jacking up to the main terminal. Soon it would be time and he would be able to start the game of their lives. If any of them had seen Sword Art Online, they surely didn't care about the mass rumor that during the trials a similar circumstance would happen. No, they didn't listen. They didn't heed the warning he had ordered to be sent out. This was to be their ultimate downfall. 

Would they actually die for real if they died in the game? No. His wife had seen to that. All she would let him get away with was they would wake up from the Nervegear with a huge migraine. She jacked in as well to council the applicants that accepted the trial run. Damn her. She had always stood in his way just when it was going to get interesting. Although, if he changed the rules now, she wouldn't have noticed... No. He loved her and the very thought of living without her... Well, it wasn't a very pretty thought. Who would make him sandwiches? Who would make sure he always got blo..... Dr Pepper? She was perfect in her own way, even if she stopped him from doing some of the things he had only dreamed about since he was little. Oh well, too late now right?

The side door would open and a tall beautiful woman would walk in. She took a slight bow before raising her face to meet his. She had always caught his eye. This intern was absolutely his favorite. Not only for her bust, but for her personality. It matched his perfectly. She would be his ultimate successor if everything went to shit. Which, it likely would in a matter of hours. His smile deepened as she approached.

"Mr Heathclide, everything is ready to start. All the applicants have jacked in and are ready to begin the trials. Shall I help you jack in?"
She moved to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"No thank you Ms Ravelyn. All I need you to do is monitor the heart rates and begin the program. Ms Ravelyn... There are files in the top drawer of my desk for you to sign if something is to go wrong."
"The ones you told me about?"
She lifted her hand from his shoulder to her chest and half clenched her fist.
He nodded one more time before laying his head back with a sigh. Time to begin. He put the Nervegear on and nodded at her once more before closing his eyes and speaking the magic words: 
"Go! Go! Power rangers!"

All the applicants would have to speak this phrase to enter the VRMMO: "Zombie Killer: Extinction"


[[OoC: You can come up with how your characters react to entering the game and how they feel etc.]]

Tags: Cale Beoulve ,Cereza Nova Grey ,@arathornteros ,Kyle Nellist

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale had Fenris up on some jacks behind his apartment, and was flat on his back beneath the huge bike. The thing was in need of a few adjustments, and something had been rattling loose recently. He was in the middle of having his arm bent around in an odd angle as he tried to tighten a few bits just to make sure they were good and solidly stuck together when his phone went off in his pocket. The notification signal was just enough, in his intense focus, to give him a slight jump... making him drop the wrench and the bolt he'd been tightening down into the depths of Fenris' underbelly.

To top it off, a splurt of oil shot him in the face from above.

"God fucking... stupid... crap," he muttered, reaching around to pick up the dropped bits and tighten the nut in firmly this time before he lost too much oil. "This had better be good." Cale rolled out from beneath the lifted vehicle to sit up and check his phone with one hand and one eye, his other holding a rag he was using to wipe off the splattered part of his face.

He'd signed up for a potential shot at trying out a beta for virtual reality gaming systems. Cale wouldn't really ever talk about it, but he had a soft spot where games were concerned. More often than not it was racing games, but there was something about even RPGs that spoke to him. Probably the giant swords.

"..." Cale had been following the development of the project as much as information was released online, and luckily he knew where to look to find the things that weren't technically released too. The alpha state of the hardware had caused a few... issues. Supposedly they were fixed for the beta, although dying in the game wouldn't be without consequences due to the nervous system interfacing, but he was skeptical.

Things went wrong all the time. Usually during live testing, when it was the worst possible time to. He mulled it over for a little while before deciding he'd take up the offer. If nothing else, having someone like him around might be for the best if things DID go wrong. Since the NerveGear prototypes used your body's actual physical capacities as a baseline for your in game avatar, he'd have a unique advantage. An advantage that anyone who got trapped might need.

... that, and he really did want to play this game.

He finished up his work on Fenris before dropping the bike back to its wheels and going in to shower. His apartment was a mess of blueprints, metal parts, and electronics. It was messy, but it was his messy. In short order Cale was ready to head out, bringing Ragnarok down with him and releasing the locks holding all of the pieces together in one whole. As he separated the bits and placed them into the compartment that opened out from the front wheel well he stopped to examine the smaller wing blades, wondering when he'd be able to get the other three components to function separate from the main blade.

Still, that was for another time. Once Ragnarok was sealed up, he straddled the bike and turned the engine over, listening to the gorgeous, and thankfully rattle-free, roar bounce off of the buildings around. Planting his boot on the ground he spun the tires and let the bike peel out in a semicircle before zipping down the parking area and out onto the main road. It didn't take him long to get to the testing site for the game, probably due to paying little attention to the rules of the road, letting Fenris idle as he examined the place.

"... should be back soon," he promised his bike and his blade, patting the front panel of his bike as he turned the keys and activate a few secondary locking systems, making sure Ragnarok was safe inside Fenris' front portion, and that no one would be driving his bike away while he was gone. He walked in, spoke with the secretary, and flashed the invitation from his phone before being led into the testing area. Cale was the first one there, and got the workover from a medical technician before being cleared to continue and taking off the holster on his back to lay more comfortably.

"Just try and relax as you jack in," the woman told him, attaching a few biometric tools to various parts of him. "It'll feel weird at first, we haven't quite gotten the perfect imitation of body weight down, but you'll get used to it soon enough. It's close at least. I'm sure a boy of your... stature will adjust."

"Thanks," he nodded, sliding the NerveGear down over his head and relaxing against the pillow, taking a moment to appreciate that it somehow still managed to be comfortable. Cale cleared his throat before reciting the command code to begin.

"Zombie Killer: Extinction."

The hairs on the back of his neck raised, a sign of the coming electric current, and he felt a pinching shock at the base of his neck before his vision blacked out for a moment. Out of reflex his body tried to jump, but went nowhere as the signals were interrupted before they could travel down his spine. For a few moments his mind went into overdrive, struggling to get his body to move, before the lights began. Like cascading streams, pixels were beamed directly into his mind, becoming more and more realistic as the fidelity increased, the quality of the picture limited not by a screen but only what a computer could produce from afar. He felt himself pushed over the edge of something, the colors swirling around him, before almost sensing a thud when his feet touched the ground.

He looked down, and saw his own hands. His feet, his boots, the rest of his clothes. Nothing else was able to be made out just yet, but he could at least start moving around and getting a feel for how this world would treat his virtual body while he waited for the rest, at which point he assumed the real game would start.

Somehow he felt he'd be missing Ragnarok if zombies were involved.

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

they say we what we are
but we don't have to be

I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.

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TAG: Cale Beoulve NOTES: Sorry not my best but it's something. Getting back into the swing. <3

♦ Every now and then one needs a little stress reliever. A break from life. Who didn't on the occasion divulge themselves into a video game as a means to an escape? And how many wanted to jump right into the games themselves not just for the escape but for the thrill of it all. Well this girl wasn't going to miss the opportunity to dive into a game... literally. Virtual reality. Near-reality essentially. A point where all the senses get put into play far beyond the five most common ones. With everything in life there came a risk of some sort. What was living without trying some new things. Without taking chances here and there. Remy was a taker of such risk. She didn't walk on the platform of safety - nope - she straddled the edge of danger. Tip toed on the points of daggers. ♦ Remy signed up without a second thought when she had discovered the beta project. She heard the warnings but it mattered not. To Remy this guy wanted this game out. Wanted it to be successful. Throwing out some information that happened at trails was clearly their little way of playing the 'good' card. Whatever. Remy doubted he cared for their lives so long as there was some satisfaction. It was a game after all right? The most dangerous and thrilling games were always played with human lives; at least that was her thinking. Regardless of the trivial Remy donned comfortable clothing and headed over to the destination, zipping through traffic on her bike. It wouldn't be long to her arrival as she parked the bike placing the helmet on the handle bar and headed inside, causally flashing the invitation from her phone like a police badge. ♦ She wasn't exactly fond of the physically examination but she had her reasons for her reserves regarding doctors or scientist for that matter. It was a rare occasion where she was silent. No quips. Today for now was that rare occasion as she eyed the room and slide into the chair. Being given the usual warnings and yada yada, she slid the gear on as a smirk finally formed on her face. She was starting to finally feel excited. Anxious.  "Go go power rangers! Saberto-" ♦ The magic words were spoken and the machinery activated. Too bad she didn't get to finish her transformation phrase into the Sabertooth Tiger. Sad faces.She could feel the tingle at the back of her neck before it made a quick surge through her body. The physical natural reaction of her body was a jerk to the power surge that was drawing her mind into a different plain of sorts. Her world went black for a period of time before fragments of lights entered her vision. Steadily she came into manifestation as all things did. Her head tickled with a sensation she compared to taking a shot of alcohol.  "That's some good shit." ♦ She spoke to no one in particular for she hadn't looked around other than at her hands. Moving each digit in a roll to get used to the functionality. She closed and opened them a few times. All was good. Feeling a tad stiff she began rolling her shoulders, cracking her neck in the process to loosen up. The virtual world so far had gotten some of the feelings down pulling in the fact she didn't really stretch before coming into play. Finally she noted another 'player' nearby despite him being there the whole time. "Hope this doesn't suck, right?" ♦ She addressed with a causal shrug. Odd introduction to meeting someone though, don't people usually start off with hi?

PYXIS ★    

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Cold. That was the first feeling Arathorn's skin felt when his senses came together after being awoken from his sleep. The sound of a fan not only hummed, but clinked repeatedly, seeing as how the fan shook just enough to make the ball chains of the light and fan speed switches sway against the glass light cover. Above the noise of the fan, however, were the sounds of birds chirping, and a multitude of leaves rustling as if they were a crowd applauding him. Although, it wasn't from the natural world. It was from the speaker of his phone sitting across the room. For the longest time he had set his alarm tone to the sounds of nature in the spring, mainly because that's what he loved waking up to more than anything else.

The grey world of his room flashed in front of him, went away, and returned again as his eyelids flickered open. He blinked them a few more times just to get the early-morning blurriness out of his sight. He looked across the room at his phone, taking a minute to just enjoy the sound. His body was cozily wrapped up in the dark comforter of his bed. The air conditioned and fan-cooled air of the room that rested on his face kept him from getting up hastily, especially seeing how he was wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs. Nonetheless, he knew he had to get up and prepare himself for the day. He had an important event taking place quite soon now.

Usually, he wouldn't be waking up in bed at this hour, much less waking up in his bed at all. Most of the time he slept outside because he would train until his body collapsed, but he decided to take a rest day in sleep in. He did have those every so often just to give his muscles a break and a chance to let them heal up.

After lifting up the top part of his body, he turned right and let his legs slide off the bed. By now the alarm had ceased, but it would come back within a few minutes, if given the chance. Arising from his sitting position, Arathorn walked over and picked up the phone, turning the alarm off so that it wouldn't return. His eyes gradually turned to the window that was veiled by a couple gray curtains; regardless of being covered, however, sunlight still managed to reach through in between the two grey shrouds.

Arathorn ran his right hand through his disordered hair and rubbed the back of his head as he gave a sigh. "Okay," he uttered under his breath to himself as a signal that he was ready to face whatever challenges may come, big or small. Subsequent to clothing himself with a white t-shirt, his black jacket, and a pair of dark colored jeans, the young man ran through his morning routines of brushing his teeth and using the restroom prior to fixing his breakfast, a simple bowl of Life cereal. As he ate, he took the time to compose his thoughts.

He had signed up to test out a virtual reality video game that involved the living dead, or zombies as the game, and society, referred to them. Frankly he had no interest in video games; to him they were ridiculous to say the least due to the fact that, in his mind, they were unrealistic and consisted of very little logic, and that's not even including the numerous detriments that were the effect of staring at thousands of bright lights. Nevertheless, he still wished to try this one, and that was for only one reason: to shoot and kill things. He enjoyed hunting, but unfortunately there wasn't much to be has in good old L.A. Also, although it sounds as if he was a secret murderer on the inside, he really wanted the chance to shoot a person in the head, or just kill a person with his gun, yet at the same time he did not wish to the end any lives. So, he decided to try this game out. Besides, it was a new thing. His mom had always taught him not to judge a thing before trying it.

The only thing that slightly troubled him was the fact that there had apparently been some concern over dying outside of the game because of dying in the game. Indeed, was a worrisome thought for many, many people, yet for him he had only one perspective on it: If he died in the game, then that means he would have been killed in real life, meaning he wasn't strong enough and that all his training had been for nothing. Besides, what did he really have to live for anyway? He had never been one to be suicidal, at least not anymore, but he did admit he didn't really care if he died. If he lived, that meant he was strong. If he died, that meant he was weak. Simple as that.

After putting his dishes in the sink Arathorn made his way to the outside. Smelling the fresh air, he had a slight touch of invigoration. The birds certainly did chirp, giving him the only music he enjoyed listening to (although classical wasn't that bad). A few cumulus clouds drifted along lazily in the sky above him, occasionally shielding the sun's joyful rays. The wind blew across his face every now and then, as if speaking to him as a friend. Again, Arathorn took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and walked along, starting toward the testing facility. (This is one of the few times he wish he had gone to get a driver's license or bike)

...

Making his way inside, Arathorn showed his electronic registration form and was let in and assisted. The ladies were generally kind to both him and the others, although they weren't anywhere near effervescent. As he glanced over at the others that were submerged into the simulated world, he figured everything was fine; after all, they did look alive and well, seeing as how their veins on the side of their necked still subtly throbbed with each pump of their heart. Actually, he recognized one of them from just the other day. They were tracking down a gang, if he recalled correctly.

Gently, he laid his body down; in the position he was in it felt as if he were about to take off for the next mission to the moon.

Soon, Arathorn was able to recall the command to commence the trial. "Alright.... Go, Go, Power Rangers." His voice wasn't anywhere close to enthusiastic; if anyone were listening closely to him they would think he didn't wan to be here, but that was just his personality. He couldn't help but to let his body jolt a bit as an effect of the surge of energy that raced into him.

Out of what was once darkness, lights came streaming down, and blurs became squares, squares became pixels, and finally the pixels became a virtual world. With the sensation of his feet making contact with the artificial ground, Arathorn checked his clothes, his hands, and everything else he could see. He even glanced at the nearest reflective surface to make sure his hair was still white.

Yep, everything was in check, and the other he had seen earlier were beside him, one of them just recently finishing a question, it seemed. Now there was only one thing left...

Where is a gun. Give me a gun.

[Kyle Nellist]

Kyle sat up, blinking slowly and dully. His eyelids twitched and his hair was everywhere. Rather than get in the shower and make himself presentable, he got out of bed and headed for the stairs. He had been awoken by a noise- the dully thud of something heavy outside his apartment. Walking down, he opened his door and shielded his eyes from the light. Bending down he quickly snatch up the box and smirked.

Alright. Bout fuckin’ time.

Heaving into his room he jammed that baby into place, setting up the headset and the cabling. He sat on the couch and pulled the thing on, giddy as all hell when his phrase came on.

“Go! Go! Power rangers!”

His eyes were sucked close as a slight twinkle of pain pulled him into the world. He landed roughly, the ground cracking a little under his feet. He stood up straight and looked around, eyes wincing from the sun.

That was…unexpected.

[Momma Kammie]

The familiar colors flashed before the Director's eyes as he entered the system. The other applicants had arrived shortly after him. He had entered several times previously so he knew how to move and all he could do Not to mention all the Admin powers he had over them... The room loaded right after he entered showing a nighttime scene of a residential area. Abandoned cars lay about the area. Some parked in driveways and others in the street. Something wasn't right here.

There was a foul smell in the air. Burned cheese mixed with stale air mixed with rotting corpses. Light scratching could be heard all around as if surrounded by rats digging into the buildings around them. The director looked about the applicants and tsked once.

"This just won't do..." He lifted his right arm and pointed in the sir with his index and middle fingers. Bringing them down swiftly, a menu appeared in front of him. He pushed a few of the menu items and looked around once more at the applicants. Pushing one more item, he looked at the applicants apologetically. "My apologies. This was supposed to be fixed before you were to log on to the servers."

Their clothes would shimmer and change into appropriate items for the game. If the applicants look over themselves they will see they had a new set of clothes/gear.

Cale Beoulve has a shotgun (8 gauge, pump, sawed off) and is wearing loose fitting leather pants along with a pistol(9mm) strapped to his left thigh. A white v-neck shirt has replaced his along with a leather motorcycle jacket and Motorcycle ridding boots. There is a full faced helmet strapped to his belt. May be able to use as extra protection or an extra weapon


Remy Ophelia Cage has a S556 Rifle (7.65mm) as well as a pair of knives strapped to either forearm. Her clothes are replaced with a pair of tight jeans (showing off her ass) and a short cropped shirt displaying an image of Johnny Depp's Edward Scissor Hands's face. The boots she is wearing are 3in but have spikes from the ankles down Can totally use those for fighting (Only those two knives)

@arathornteros has a pair of katanas strapped to his back. His shirt has been changed into a plain tight fitting black t-shirt. He is now wearing tight-ish fitting black leather pants and regular black boots. Thick, heavy, metal plated. He is also wearing a black duster that just reaches his ankles. He may or may not look like Spike from BTVS

Kyle Nellist has a pair of pistols (45 mm) trapped to either side of his hips as well as an entire arsenal of throwing knives strapped to his thighs. He is wearing a pair of finger-less gloves that have large spikes over the knuckles. His shirt has been replaced with a bullet proof vest. He is wearing a pair of tight-ish fitting black leather pants as well as a long sleeved black under armor shirt. He is also wearing a long black leather duster and black sunglasses. If only he was black...( 6 knives on each leg)

Momma Kammie is wearing a white long sleeve collared shirt unbuttoned half way. His hair spiked up and slicked back (now a black color instead of the blonde it was before) He has jeans and grey/purple sneakers. His jacket is a grey motorcycle jacket unzipped with a large purple flor de lis on the front side. he wears a pair of sunglasses. Blue tint with white rectangle rims.

He swiped his hand back over the menu and it disappeared. The scrapping sounds from earlier came closer and moaning was reverberating off the nearby walls. The director pulled out a pair of grey/purple pistols and grinned at the other applicants. I won't do much to help, I am mostly here to watch...

"There. That's better. Now we can officially start the game. I'll just be on the side watching. Hopefully you won't die in the first level... That would be most unfortunate."

Each person with a gun has three extra magazines along with the full magazine in the weapon plus one in the chamber.

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale looked down as his clothing changed, finding the new gear different but comfortable. He was certainly fine with leather, and the motorcycle helmet would certainly come in handy if things started getting hairy. "So you'd be the GM then?" he asked, looking at the man who came in last and then the rest of his companions. None of them were particularly impressive, and one of them even had a couple of katanas.

Weapons he was pretty sure he could make better use out of.

"When are we st--" he hushed as the shuffling became more apparent, dropping into his usual stance and reaching for Ragnarok's hilt... only for his hand to pass through air. "That's gonna take some getting used to," Cale muttered, shifting his hand downwards to wrap his fingers around the grip of the shotgun hanging on his back and whipping it out.

"... nice." He pumped it once, chambering the first round, and spun it in his hand before looking at his teammates. "Gonna go ahead and assume you guys know how to handle this sort of crap. Headshots, yadda yadda, let's try and stay alive."

Partly because he wanted to see how this game played out. Partly because he didn't want to know what happened if people died in the game.

[Kyle Nellist]

Kyle examined his new, vast array of weaponry with a grin. Whipping out the guns quickly, he smirked and pointed them straight ahead before replacing them in their holsters. Guns were okay...his big perk were the knives and spiked knuckles. He chuckled- but would step forward and ask the most pressing question.

"Oh! Uh- what happens if we DO happen to die? We just reset or...?"

He was pragmatic. So sue him.

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You're kidding me. The words slid into his mind as he looked around to see everyone with a gun.... besides himself. He didn't even have any throwing knives. Just swords. He hadn't really ever practiced with these; they were unpractical, never used for combat in this day and age. They were in the 21st century, why on earth would they need to use swords when they had guns, throwing knives, and at the very least bows and arrows if you couldn't come up with the former two. Why attack the enemy when it's in front of you with a potential chance to kill you when you could kill them from far away, if not keep them away. Although he didn't in the case, the idea of paying money for swords was absolutely ludicrous in the times they lived in. 

He could go on forever on that topic in his mind, to the point where he said it, but he wouldn't. Right now he just needed to focus on the task at hand.

Getting down into a position ready to attack at the sound of what would probably be the undead, he called out to the others, "Anyone wanna trade a gun or throwing knives for two swords? I can assist you all much better using either." 

He honestly doubted anyone would. Frankly he expected something somewhere along the lines of them all yelling back "F you." in unison. So he prepared himself to half to use these. If need be he could always break them in half; it would provide much more maneuverability using them. They'd become much more like knives, and he knew how to use knives. He could do that at least until one of the others died. Then he could steal the downed player's weapons. But still, the words throbbed in his mind. Give. Me. A. Gun. 

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

they say we what we are
but we don't have to be

I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.

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TAG: @arathornteros , Kyle Nellist NOTES: Sorry for the wait will be more prompt. Um kinda confused not sure if we're outside or in a building. Sorry again for not the best. Let's get this going yea? =3

♦ Ignored Remy rolled her eyes at the one she addressed previously. "Such sunshine." ♦ Letting the words slip from her lips without a care. This little bunch judging by looks were going to prove interesting to watch. Nothing really special per say which is way it would prove slightly entertaining - yet possibly annoying all the same - depending. The fowl stench entered her senses causing her nose to twitch momentarily. It wasn't something new to her considering the things she did and came across but it was sudden. The scratching noises grabbed her attention as she eyed the area. As long as it wasn't rats grinding their teeth that sound was alarming and rats were devious things when they wanted to be. Remy had seen The Zoo that show gives a whole new perspective on the animal kingdom. ♦ Remy watched the 'creator' as he showed the drop menu. Well that was useful. Remy glanced down at herself as her clothes changed and she was outfitted with weapons. As the female of the group of course she had to be a little revealing no? Meh, Remy didn't care. She had a figure and wasn't afraid to show it. The shirt though she had to give the man credit for good taste she thoroughly enjoyed Edward Scissorhands. The boots were a nice touch her mind already dazzled at the thought of heel kicking someone square in the face with those spikes and the knives she adored. The rifle wasn't her favorite but she'd make due if it wasn't for one of the party members who seemed more eager to have one of his own. She mulled it over it would've been amusing to watch him struggle but those katana's looked promising. She did like sharp objects. He'd hear her speak towards him. She was a quick study and of course casual gamer. "Hope you live to your hype. Here you go sweetheart." ♦ With that Remy would (if allowed) swap her rifle with his katana's. However she might've accidentally on purpose forget to give him all the extra magazine clips. Just call her Blade. If he wanted one back all he had to do was ask. Clearly she was ignoring the blonde who sounded like he was attempting to take command. Meanwhile someone asked the grand ol' question about what if they died and she chuckled. "Afraid about death?... Where's the fun without the danger right?" ♦ With the katana's - should the exchange happen - strapped on her back she would remove only one making a sharp one handed downward swing just to test out the feel. Not bad. The sounds didn't worry her it made it all the more eager. "So sitting here all pretty is all well and good but boring.. Let's boogey." ♦ A hint of enthusiasm seeped through and she started walking ahead though cautious of course.

PYXIS ★    

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale was most certainly not going to miss a shot at getting to use his native weapon. Sure a shotgun might be fun, but it severely limited his supply of ammo, and came with the risk of accidentally shooting a teammate who strayed into the line of fire at the last second, or damaging items that could otherwise be used should the pellets clip them. But those katanas... those he could work with. They were about the same length as the longsword component blades of Ragnarok, so he'd be right at home with one in each hand.

He raised his hand and opened it flat, dragging down to make the menu appear. The trade option was right there, but even as he swiped over it he saw the cute blonde doing the same. Apparently Arathorn was going to have a choice to make, what with Cale sending a trade offer for his shotgun and all the shells to go with it.

"Trust me kid," he called out, listening to the scraping sounds get closer. "You're gonna want me to have at least one of those." With his hand still up in the menu, hovering over it to see whether or not it was accepted, he drew the pistol off his thigh and pointed it towards the direction of the sounds, his heartrate starting to quicken.

They didn't have a lot of time left.

[Momma Kammie]

A smile crawled over Johnny Gat's the Director's face as he watched the applicants look over their new clothing and weaponry with eager joy. His eyes wandered over Blade Kyle and his smile faded.

"Just don't die... I wouldn't suggest it. If you die, you're done here."

His eyes traveled back over to motorcycle boy and smiled again. This kid is smart. I wonder how long he will last. He jumped up higher than the applicants would be able to onto the roof of a nearby house and perched on the corner. He was just there to watch.

"Good luck. I'll watch from here. There isn't much time. If you are going to trade weapons, it's best to do it now."

The sounds of scuffling drew nearer. Hopefully they would be able to figure out the trading system. If not... Well, they'd have to figure it out the hard way. A zombie would stumble past the first house approximately 35 feet from the group and let out a long deep howl upon seeing them. Loud scuffling was heard from behind it.

[Kyle Nellist]

"Huh."

That wasn't an answer at all. Of course he didn't want to die- nobody would want to. But they didn't give them any information about it period, which made him believe it was worse than he first thought. Could...something happen to him in real life if he got hurt here? His fingers twitched as he whipped out one of his guns. Kyle was generally a non-violent individual. He avoided fighting if he could help it. But he was also highly intelligent, and played video games often for the challenge. Then, one of the others spoke to him. He gave a little smile.

"Nah. Just curious. Knowledge is power, regardless of the world you're in."

His brow twitched at the zombie.

He re-sheathed the holster and drew a knife with his left hand. With his right he equipped one of the spiked gloves. He started forward and would try to palm the things chest before driving the knife down with a clenched fist into the top of his skull, where the flesh would have eaten away at the skull to get it softer. He'd speak quietly afterward.

"Where there is one zombie, there are more. They'll be weak as individuals but in a group can be a problem. Best to use blades if you can while we move, or the butt of a gun. And always aim for the head."

And he'd scan quickly, quietly with his eyes for a path...which he would start off on promptly, likely in the same direction as Remy.

This all assuming, of course, he killed it.

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Relieved by the sound of them wanting to trade, although still on alert from the sound of literal death approaching, Arathorn swiped down the menu as the.. Director, Game Master?... did. He saw one of the rotten beings approaching from the corner of his eye, but was not concerned due to the fact a tall blonde individual was making his way to take care of it. Tapping the trade icon, he gave one sword to each of those who requested it.

"Mr. Beoulve, you will get one sword because I've seen the one sword you carry around school. You are clearly more efficient with one sword, I haven't seen you with two so I don't know if you'd be efficient, so you will get one. In return I request not for your shotgun but for the pistol you have on your thigh. It would be most helpful.

Ms. Remy, I believe it is, you will get one sword merely because I am quite interested in your rifle."

As soon as Arathorn would except the rifle she allowed him to use, he would add, "And all, of its magazines, thank you."

So she was the devious sort, interesting. She had no reason to keep them, for they were useless other than to hinder his chances of success. She had a hint of conniving character in her. He would have to be wary of this.

Once he had his weapons AND ALL HIS MAGS he would load them and check them before getting on top of a nearby car and laying down on top of it. "I will be your long range back up and support. I will keep those who get up close covered," he called out to the others.

His father's words whispered in his head again, and he whispered along with them. "Lay real still. Keep real quiet. Watch real carefully..."

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale accepted the trade request with no shortage of frustration, swapping the shotgun out for the pistol and the rounds to match it.

"That would be due to my one sword actually being six separate swords all linked together," he pointed out, a vein popping out on his forehead as the menu faded away and his pistol vanished from where it was stuck on his thigh, one of the two katanas phasing into existence onto his back. He reached back and unsheathed it with a flourish, holding the edge up to the light as the first zombie stumbled around the corner.

"Do me a favor," he quipped, looking over at the kid as he laid down atop a car. "Don't ever assume that you know what I'm efficient with again." With that he knelt down a bit, kicking off from the asphalt hard enough to make the road crack as he fell upon the first zombie with a crashing slash, cleaving the thing from shoulder to hip before stomping the head into the ground.

"Good for you, I can still make this work."