=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Yeah, so this roleplay is essentially Mortality Doctrine meets Ready Player One. Yep; another sci-fi roleplay by me!
Discussion: https://pokecharms.com/threads/virtual-discussion.22227/#post-849095
Aster Formaci was in Math. Was she doing math? No, she was braiding her bangs. Why? Because she’d gone on ahead while the teacher was flapping her lips. She must’ve done half the workbook in the first three-quarters of the hour-long period. She didn’t want to be there, in the classroom. She wanted the next three hours to just disappear so she could get home to her GameLock and log into iWorld. She wanted the enhanced hearing of her Avatar’s bionic ears, or the feeling of wind slipping between metal feathers as the bore her onward. She wanted to play war games, to fly through space in the overpriced spacecraft she’d spent nearly all her credits on, to reach different worlds where the VR is so lifelike she could almost believe it was reality.
She wanted to see where the seams were and pop them open. She wanted to hack the war games so instead of a sword she had a laser gun. She wanted to jump to light speed in atmosphere, a nearly impossible feat.
But instead, Aster had to sit through an hour of English after Math, then Science after English, then her coding elective. The side door to the Math classroom opened, and in came a government official. She smirked. It’s a HATE agent. Higher Association for True Excellence. Kind of an unfortunate title if you ask me. They were widely known as H8ters. Ha. Funny. Not really. She snapped to attention when the HATE agent spoke in quiet tones to the teacher and lamented her pathetic human ears when she couldn’t make out their words.
The H8ter spoke. Aster found herself thinking the stupid nickname despite herself. “Would Aster Formaci come with me, please?”
Aster paled. Then she pressed her lips together and stood. There was no way the government had matched her IRL identity to her Avatar who hacked illicitly. She’d put in a fake name and everything when registering. This was... an exercise, most likely. Or maybe she’d been marked as promising, whatever. Point was, maybe it was a good thing.
That thought was wiped from her mind as she stepped outside the classroom and the H8ter’s hand came down to hold her bicep in a viselike grip. “We know who and what you are, Aster,” she whispered as the sixteen-year-old was marched through the halls. “Or should I say... /ignis\?”
My Avatar name! Aster thought in horror. She kept her face blank, impassive. But inside, she was a train wreck. Are they arresting me? How did they—
“Yes, Aster. We know your Avatar. And we need your Avatar. Not specifically, no. But your hacking skills. I’ll explain once the others get to the meeting place.”
The meeting place was the principal’s office. Aster couldn’t help but feel like she’d gotten into something worse than prison.
Discussion: https://pokecharms.com/threads/virtual-discussion.22227/#post-849095
Aster Formaci was in Math. Was she doing math? No, she was braiding her bangs. Why? Because she’d gone on ahead while the teacher was flapping her lips. She must’ve done half the workbook in the first three-quarters of the hour-long period. She didn’t want to be there, in the classroom. She wanted the next three hours to just disappear so she could get home to her GameLock and log into iWorld. She wanted the enhanced hearing of her Avatar’s bionic ears, or the feeling of wind slipping between metal feathers as the bore her onward. She wanted to play war games, to fly through space in the overpriced spacecraft she’d spent nearly all her credits on, to reach different worlds where the VR is so lifelike she could almost believe it was reality.
She wanted to see where the seams were and pop them open. She wanted to hack the war games so instead of a sword she had a laser gun. She wanted to jump to light speed in atmosphere, a nearly impossible feat.
But instead, Aster had to sit through an hour of English after Math, then Science after English, then her coding elective. The side door to the Math classroom opened, and in came a government official. She smirked. It’s a HATE agent. Higher Association for True Excellence. Kind of an unfortunate title if you ask me. They were widely known as H8ters. Ha. Funny. Not really. She snapped to attention when the HATE agent spoke in quiet tones to the teacher and lamented her pathetic human ears when she couldn’t make out their words.
The H8ter spoke. Aster found herself thinking the stupid nickname despite herself. “Would Aster Formaci come with me, please?”
Aster paled. Then she pressed her lips together and stood. There was no way the government had matched her IRL identity to her Avatar who hacked illicitly. She’d put in a fake name and everything when registering. This was... an exercise, most likely. Or maybe she’d been marked as promising, whatever. Point was, maybe it was a good thing.
That thought was wiped from her mind as she stepped outside the classroom and the H8ter’s hand came down to hold her bicep in a viselike grip. “We know who and what you are, Aster,” she whispered as the sixteen-year-old was marched through the halls. “Or should I say... /ignis\?”
My Avatar name! Aster thought in horror. She kept her face blank, impassive. But inside, she was a train wreck. Are they arresting me? How did they—
“Yes, Aster. We know your Avatar. And we need your Avatar. Not specifically, no. But your hacking skills. I’ll explain once the others get to the meeting place.”
The meeting place was the principal’s office. Aster couldn’t help but feel like she’d gotten into something worse than prison.