Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5999656-20160529040658/@comment-5999656-20160624043713

(Here we go!)

Bernhardt and Saria cast around, seeing that the rest of their companions were equally impressed by the photorealism of the game world.

"Exploring a bit sounds good," Bernie called. He was more than ready to experience the full extent of the game's interactivity, but before he could take more than a few steps forward, a voice blared out from the walls. The young Huntsman wondered why it sounded familiar, but he realized with a jolt that it was coming from the school's loudspeaker system. It was eerie. And that in itself was nothing compared to what was actually being said.

"All available Huntsmen and Huntresses, please report to the airship docks at this moment."

"That's mission start!" Bernie yelled with glee. Without pausing to see if anyone was following him, he took off down the familiar hallways towards the docks. Turn left, down the hall, past classroom after classroom, the lecture halls, take a right and.... outside.

The weather outside was moody, and the sky was covered with dark storm clouds. Bernie could almost swear he smelled rain in the distance. The unidentified voice over the loudspeaker continued as Bernie vaulted over the outdoor fountain, clearing it in two bounds.

"We are receiving an impromptu airship landing at B-29. The cargo and passengers have not yet been identified, and all attempts to communicate with the pilots have failed."

Bernie finally slowed his pace as he entered the wide open docks. Around him, NPCs dressed in worker's uniforms were looking up at the sky with worried expressions, where a gray aircraft was but a mere dot on the horizon. Some of them were using telescopes to see better. Without bothering to ask an AI for permission, Bernie playfully pushed one of them aside and took a look for himself. It was a typical commercial aircraft, built for transporting people. But what filled Bernie with a mixture of dread and thrill were the red smears on the broad windows. A bloody handprint stood out, a garish detail against the dark interior of the airship. Well, so far this was shaping up to be a classic zombie story.

So he had two choices. Bernhardt's mind was racing, so deep in thought that he didn't notice the panting Saria daw up to him.

"We've got two options here, mate," he said, when he did see the Ram Faunus. "Looks like there are 'G's in that big thing in the sky. Either we try and shoot it down now, or we let it crash land onto the docks and take em down in-person. Whatchu think?"

"Well I don't see any rocket launchers around, do you?" Saria replied sarcastically, as the ship drew nearer and nearer. He reached back and gripped his axe, feeling surprise at its familiar grip. It felt just like how it did in real life.

''Wow.... ''the dark boy couldn't help but be quietly impressed by the dedication to detail the VR possessed. But he suppressed his awe as the airship landed, or rather, screeched into the pavement in a violent, ground-shaking skid, leaving a 50 foot long rut on the asphalt. The plane rocked and forth a few times from the aftershock of the landing, and then was completely still.

By now both boys had weapons drawn and at the ready, but nothing exited from the vehicle. And neither Huntsman was eager to rush up against an unknown threat, especially if permadeath was ON.

(There are 'G's in the airship, do what you will.)