Navarre
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Jun 12, 2024 4:43:53 GMT 9
Navarre was tired. Little had happened in-game, for months- and while others had the benefit of getting to do other things... he didn't. The months dragged by without end, until slowly- painfully slowly- people started to trickle in again.
Dealing with people was effort, but... at least it meant his hunt could start again in earnest.
He stood in the starter area of Briarbane, watching those who passed. He had no idea who he was looking for, still. What their avatar looked like, how they handled themselves, if they were new or not- And, to complicate it, sometimes old and well established players came back to do the tutorials for- fun? Something?
Navarre had no idea. He huffed, slowly getting bored, and turned to find somewhere else to look-
<Be careful! Wild Pokemon live in the Tall Grass!> A voice, bubblegum-pink, chirped in his ear. Navarre hissed, whirling to look- and it was some pink and blue. Blocky. Thing. He had no idea.
"What?"
The floating thing gestured with a nub. In the direction he'd been heading, several steps ahead, was a patch of thick grass. <It can be dangerous if you aren't prepared. Let's find someone for you to team up with!>
Navarre realized what it meant, a snarl escaping him. "No- Absolutely not- Stop it-"
NAVARRE is looking for a partner for TUTORIAL 004 - WHAT'S THE CATCH? Searching for players... |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on May 25, 2024 7:20:43 GMT 9
Navarre kept himself from stiffening when the woman approached, wearing a properly contrite and sheepish expression. "I... just got back..." He mumbled. A child to a scolding parent. It was only when Rook spoke that Navarre looked over. A handsomely-designed avatar-
But something beneath the eyes was unsettling. Navarre watched him, a moment, hairs on the back of his neck raising- before mom started chattering again, attention pulled. "Oh, I- Like he says, I'm- fine-just a bit tired." She bustled about, pulled in four different directions, and he tried a soft smile. She vanished, and it was like a collective held breath was released.
The man- Rook- turned towards the kitchen, Navarre cautiously following him. He knew exactly already what was going into their food- absolutely nothing. People didn't eat, here. It was all psychosomatic, and it didn't matter whether the burgers they ate were made of meat or rocks. The food in real life mattered- this didn't. "I don't think it really matters... This isn't a cooking game. Whatever should be fine." He said, eyes flicking over the counter, settling on the handwritten recipe. |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 24
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by Navarre on Jan 17, 2024 14:46:53 GMT 9
Navarre was exhausted.
Physically, he was still dealing with that trek out into God-knows-where. He slept where he could, steali g naps and moments up on tree branches and tucked in saloons.
Mentally, he still had no leads, no information. There were millions of people playing this game, and he'd only seen a small percentage of them. And none of them, sadly, had a big sign saying "I'm an assassination target." Shame.
Emotionally, he could feel the edges of himself starting to go. The first little cracks of insanity. Nothing that would hurt him now- not for a while- but he was losing some part of himself, here, in this hell.
<Where are we headed next?> It was Mercury, the little penguin. Navarre looked at her a slow sigh draining from his lips.
"Back to the settlement. Maybe we can find something there."
She struggled to keep pace with his longer legs. <Even though you don't know what you're looking for?>
"Yep." Navarre paused as something flickered- sunlight hitting the window of a house, strange against the western backdrop. "... let's start there." He murmured, testing the door and quietly pushing it open.
Nothing stirred. He crept inside, following the sound of quiet chatter- two people, a man and a woman. Talking about... the man's feet.
Of course.
Straightening into a more casual walk, he stepped into sight, looking between them. "Mom?" |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by Navarre on Jan 17, 2024 13:53:16 GMT 9
CURRENT BYTES: 2645 (pls also remove 1 post im dumb) DATE OF CHARACTER APP: aug 23 2023 CLAIMING TYPE MOD: Secondary  |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 24
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by Navarre on Jan 13, 2024 13:25:44 GMT 9
Navarre stalked forward, trying to keep his body low, footsteps quiet. The sand was hampering his efforts at being stealthy, but that was no reason to simply give up. Something was wrong with this desert- A strange presence that clung to the sand and clouds.
Something sparked, sharp in his vision. Bright like failed electricity. Vibrant like the snapping of a demon’s jaws. Deadly like the tickling of a dragon’s tail. Navarre hissed, arm going up to cover his face as he jerked, ducking behind a ruined outcropping.
But, despite the sizzling of ozone, nothing more happened. The world fell quiet, only the thudding of his heart and the sharp hiss of his breathing. What had happened?
His eyes flicked over the landscape, seeing nothing different- but not the landscape, his vision- The small flicker over where he’d come from was now gone. Navarre frowned, waving a hand-
And nothing happened. No map, no menu, nothing.
Navarre blinked. No list of his creatures appeared, either. Creature, really- just the penguin. Who was also, starkly, nowhere to be seen. Navarre rose, looking around- and the creature was gone. No trace of her footprints remained, either, swept away by the cold, dead sands.
“Shit,” Navarre whispered. Something had happened to the game- Could it be Kanon’s doing? A reminder of what was at stake, what had to be done?
As if Darcy could ever forget.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He had to stay calm- not let anyone rile him up. This was just something else to overcome. He scanned the horizon again, picking out where he had started- and opposite that, where he was likely to need to go.
He paused only a moment. If you’re still around, stay safe. He knew the bare premise of the game- super powered little animals- but the girl was still small, easily able to be thrashed by even a child. Still- he couldn’t waste time worrying or looking for her.
He had to get out of the desert, and figure out what the hell was going on.
Navarre pushed himself forward, into the dark sands.
He walked, footsteps crunching on cold sands- until he met grass, slick with rain. Navarre blinked, looking up, not into the dark black-sand desert, but into a grassy field. There were a few lone trees standing solemn guard, stone outcroppings at regular intervals.
People were gathered, a ring around a fresh-dug pit.
He was at a funeral. Grieving figures mourning a lost soul. Their faces were blank- not emotionless, but blurred, smeared by a graceless hand. The words spoken were mostly noise, garbled and formless, impossible to parse.
Navarre paid the scene little mind, weaving through the mourners in an attempt to get past. The crowd refused to move out of his way, heedless of any apologies or shoving.
It’s such a shame, isn’t it, for someone to die so young?
The first tangible words drifted over to Navarre, and he turned, looking.
And he had no family to speak of… did he lose all his relatives?
Sad, but not unique in any way. Every family had someone to be the last to die- that’s just how it worked.
No, I heard he had a brother, but-
But he didn’t come.
Navarre froze. The mourners had shifted, turned from the casket to him, eyes bright spots on dark faces.
His brother never came.
I heard he called, and called, and called.
Isn’t that sad? He died alone…
Navarre felt the world tighten, darken.
“Who-” He tried to force the words out of his throat. “Who was it?”
No one here was even a friend of his.
How pathetic!
Only ex-boyfriends. Only people who liked him, but never loved him.
The world was too close, knotted around him. Navarre shoved against the crowd, moving towards the casket.
It was cheap, wood stained and polished to look nearly plastic. He shoved against the lid, which groaned as it moved. It sounded like a creature being put to death.
The lid fell to the ground with a slam, the sound more akin to sotne against stone, than wood against grass. Navarre looked into the coffin-
And there, peacefully as if he was just asleep, was Adarsa, dressed far more conservatively than he would ever wear in life.
He looked peaceful.
He looked happy.
Pain lanced into Navarre’s chest, vision pulsing. This- couldn’t be real. It had to be an impossibility. A nightmare-
The mourners shifted, forms stretching, becoming writhing tentacles, dark shapes that lashed and reached, warping around him.
“No- No!” His throat burned. He was screaming. He struggled against the bonds that held him, uselessly. He couldn’t wrench his limbs free, he couldn’t get a sound out of his throat.
He was trapped, and there was nothing he could do.
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by Navarre on Dec 2, 2023 11:40:51 GMT 9
TW: depictions of poverty, implied home invasion, implied parental death
What you're looking for is out here.
Oh, undoubtedly.
But Darcy moved forward regardless. At this point, he had to take any lead presented to him, even if it involved a 20 minute long cutscene detailing what'd happened, and a snippy pop up from the code-thing that he might want to consider upgrades before progressing.
The issue was Darcy was not a gamer. He did not play pokemon. He had no correlation between the fat penguin at his side, and the battles he would face. In his mind, if he came across a problem, he'd simply solve it himself.
So, Navarre stalked forwards, through the ruined cityscape, past decaying office buildings and crumbling apartments. It wasn't that time had ruined everything- it was a lack of attention. Places fell into disrepair all the time.
Slowly, slowly, the familiar landscape faded away. Oppressive buildings fell away to many, to some, to few. Dirt gave way to sand, cold and sharp underfoot. The pokemon toddled along at his side, eyes bright as they regarded the landscape around them.
Navarre looked down at the creature- Aside from the strange color, it seemed a normal enough animal. Only vaguely like a real animal, but not ridiculously so. There were other creatures- ones he'd seen in the settlement- that were vastly more unrealistic. Stranger colors, sparking flames. He didn't understand it- the design, the appeal- but this one seemed fine enough, eyes fixed forward as they plodded forwards, unerringly at Navarre's side.
Darcy frowned. He didn't know anything, really, about the- the piplup. What an odd name. He knew that it was obedient, and followed him everywhere. And… not much else. "..."
What was there even to ask, to say? Why are you following me? Because it had to. Did it like being out here? Irrelevant.
"Notice anything?" He asked, voice low, under the snap of the wind. The pokemon looked up at him, blinking- and spoke.
<Nothing… I've not seen another pokemon since Zapdos brought us over.> Her voice, too, was cold, dry, methodical. He wasn't sure what he expected. Play-toy honking and whistling, maybe.
"Is that odd?"
<Does it feel normal?>
Navarre gave a half shrug. Point taken. There was a pervasive air, something that clung to his spine. Not a feeling of being watched, per se, but- something. It felt like-
Navarre kept his eyes open, on edge. He had no weapon here, in this place- Hell, he didn't even have shoes- but his fingers twitched against his hip regardless, desperate for the ghost of a grip.
He glanced up, at the map, and stopped. This was the supposed place- Where the mark was, or someone who knew something- But there wasn't anyone around. Just sand and stars, and silence.
The little penguin chuffed, a bit. <There's no way to tell where they went… the wind's even swept away our tracks.>
Navarre hummed softly, low in his throat. "The answer's here somewhere. Or it's a trap and we're going to die. But let's look for a sign of life, first." His certainty in this "Lacrimosa" was currently at rock bottom, but who knew- He'd gotten good intel from sketchier sources before. The penguin nodded, and began scuttling about, peering at sand and half-buried concrete.
Now- was he looking for an informant, a threat, or a corpse?
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Nov 4, 2023 13:27:06 GMT 9
 ONE STAR
The requirements for One Star are linked to basic site mechanics. Trainers naturally interacting with the basic functions of UNOVR (both IC and OOC) will find that they have some, if not all, of these requirements already complete! Unlocks: Guilds
| - Obtain Running Shoes | - Complete the Catching Tutorial | | - Battle YOUR RIVAL (NPC) | - Deliver the Package from Professor Ash | | - Equip 1 Pokemon in Each Skill Tree | - Catch 3 Wild Pokemon | | - Start 2 Open Threads | - Post in a Challenge Tower 3 times | | - Visit a Shrine | - Upgrade your Tall Grass HP | | - Link your Application in your Mini-Profile | - Make an Inventory and Link it in your Mini-Profile | | - Make a Journal and Link it in your Mini-Profile | - Participate in a Story Quest |
TWO STARS
Holding Two Stars marks a trainer as more intermediate. These players have interacted with less common functions of the site as well as mechanical ones, including Pokemon Battling. You may not be an expert, but all the right pieces are in place. Unlocks: Gifting (1/mo)
| - Purchase at least 1 Tier 3 Upgrade | - Hit over 100 in a Single Attack | | - Unlock a Core Ability | - Trade 1 Pokemon (to a store or other player) | | - Defeat a Colossal Pokemon | - Participate in an Egg Hunt | | - Encounter a Rare Pokemon in the wild | - Form Change a Pokemon using an item or Shrine | | - Start 3 threads based on Route Exploration Objectives | - Unlock 3 Trainer Titles | | - Obtain a Fishing Rod and 3 Magikarp | - Change Trainer Subclass | | - Start a Pokemon Refresh and link it in your Mini-Profile | - Use the rolling thread for a mechanical battle |
Trainers with Three Stars have participated beyond just mechanics. They've met many different people, engaged with the game's storyline, and have felt the sting of defeat along with the warmth of victory. Unlocks: Self-Spawning
| - Meet 8 Major NPCs | - Participate in a Raid | | - Encounter a Corrupted Pokemon | - Give a Pokemon to a Professor (Ash or Bunya) | | - Exalt/Sacrifice a Pokemon at a Shrine | - Meet 10 Player Characters | | - White Out in Battle | - Visit the Everworld | | - Run a Scenario | - Help Develop a Settlement | | - Obtain a strand of Legendary DNA | - Join a Guild | | - Complete a Story Quest Line | - Meet Up Offline with Another Player |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Nov 4, 2023 13:26:16 GMT 9
i'll pretty this up later i swear
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Oct 7, 2023 14:00:49 GMT 9
Navarre glanced up at a call of his name- Another trainer was strolling over, the epitome of casual. Navarre watched him approach, eyes narrowed somewhere between interest and disinterest. This was... a traditional gamer. He honestly could have figured that out on his own.
But this opened up another question- Was he a casual gamer? Navarre wasn't a name he was familiar with (which, neither was "astrum", but whatever), and the only other player he'd seen thus far was this guy. Was he also dressed casually? What did he look like?
Well, he probably didn't have a mirror on him, so he'd have to get creative. Navarre glanced down at the box in hand- taking note of the... sleeves. And... jabot?
Fucking Christ.
He made a quick judgement call- and huffed, looking at astrum with more open disdain now. "The polite thing to do would be to provide an introduction?" He said, a bit airily, as if astrum had forgotten something terribly vital. |
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Weekend Warrior
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Post by Navarre on Sept 2, 2023 1:48:54 GMT 9
Navarre found himself outside the lab, box in hand. Bunya had shouted at him in a panic, and scooped it up and shoved it at his chest, stating its delivery was "of utmost importnyance" and that it was "vital to understnyanding the corruptnyan" which... Sure. Whatever.
Maybe it was equipment? A sample probably wouldn't be shoved at him quite so carelessly. He sighed. He already had a lot to do... Like figure out the type of people playing this game, and assimilate. Which, he needed to interact with people to see what they were like. But he'd rather have a persona in mind before interacting with others...
Navarre hated this job.
He studied the flickers of information. There... wasn't a lot. Was that how it was for everyone or a 'modification?' After struggling, he managed to find the quest log- where he needed to find someone else. Buddy system.
Incredible.
How did he get rid of quests. |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Aug 29, 2023 22:47:51 GMT 9
Navarre gave her a soft smile in return to her own. What had she solved? He didn't know, and likely wouldn't care. The smile didn't falter when she pushed ahead with him getting a pet. He... well, he was getting one now, wasn't he? Wasn't that what she was handing out? Maybe not- maybe the cutesey things on the box were something else entirely.
Navarre watched her rifle blindly through the cabinet, and held his hands out for the little orb she handed him- piplup, it said, which meant absolutely nothing to him. But this wasn't about what Darcy thought- he had to make Navarre convincing.
To that end, he gave Bunya a little nod. "Thank you. I'll take good care of them." |
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Aug 29, 2023 0:57:07 GMT 9
Darcy was used to strange questions. He was used to handling strange questions- either via creative answer, or less welcoming means. Was this a common question? No, but he'd had close-enough questions that he felt he could, as the good doctor said herself, wing it.
Navarre closed his eyes in thought, just for a moment, and then looked up at Dr. Bunya again, and nodded. "Well, I suppose I'd have to distract you with our three-year anniversary gift," He said, with a slight, embarrassed chuckle. "Given everything I know about you-" Everything he could tell from this trash fire of a room- "The gift should be... a crystal statue, to suit the anniversary theme, of... Perhaps a salmon? The facets should work well for the rainbow scales." It seemed obvious. Third anniversaries were either leather or crystal, and despite the abundance of cat-theming surrounding this caricature, it didn't seem like she wanted a collar.
He looked at the rorschach she presented, frowning. The middle looked like two canid skulls, lower jaws missing but teeth bared, splotches of blood behind them. "It looks like- the helm of a ship. Right? The fancy ones, with the busts of women to keep the water calm when at sea." The figures on the far ends, faces and busts thrust out, arms pulled back. Certainly sounded better than being eaten by dogs.
The next question was a surprise, and Navarre frowned. "I... don't have one." Which would explain why it was on the paper. This... really didn't feel professional, at all. But she carried on, and Navarre fell quiet. "... No. No pets." |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
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Post by Navarre on Aug 28, 2023 13:01:28 GMT 9
Navarre stirred groggily, jolting awake like he had fallen while in a dream. Heart pounding, he realized he was standing. But not anywhere familiar.
The room was. Very college dorm. There was trash everywhere, fragile things stacked atop unstable things, and a very peculiar whif, every now and then, of bonito. Navarre looked around, trying to get his bearings. Whatever his expectations of UNOVR, this... wasn't it.
He had noticed the woman, but not paid her too much mind until she yelled, and slid to the end of the desk. "... good afternoon," He greeted, neutral, which she did not return. Which was... fine.
She bade him sit, for a... starter pokemon. He didn't know what that was, but had to assume it a game mechanic. Carefully, he picked his way over to not either of the chairs- both full of books, diagrams, and a large fish plush- but a desk, which was strong enough to hold more books and some scrapyard artpiece, so it could stand the weight of him leaning on it.
She struggled to find questions to ask him. This didn't feel very professional. Why were people lining up in droves to play this? "Fire." He said, also neutral.
It was a lot to take in, but damn if he wasn't trying. |
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Navarre
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 24
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Player Name: Darcy Masters
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Navarre on Aug 24, 2023 3:24:07 GMT 9
PLAYER: Darcy Masters | CHARACTER: Navarre Umerora |  |  | PRONOUNS: he/him
AGE: 30
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
LOCATION: USA
OCCUPATION: criminal | GENDER: <M>
AGE: Adult
ENABLE PKMN SPEECH? Yes
PAIN THRESHOLD: Realistic
TRAINER CLASS: Swimmer |
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GAMEDarcy has always looked out for Adarsa.
Officially, Darcy is dead. Went into writing the requisite seven years after his parents died, and no one found a trace of him. Never owned property. No cellphone or smart watch, no loans, no credit cards, nothing. And he prefers it that way.
Is it the life he dreamed of when he was thirteen? Absolutely not. At thirteen, he was walking home with his younger brother, entertaining thoughts of book fairs and video games, of spending the sunny weekend begging his parents for a dog.
But life never goes to plan. Thankfully, Darcy was an avid reader- he consumed everything he came across- and his father straddled the line between 'realistic' and 'overly prepared.' Everything else he learned by doing.
Whether he wanted to or not.
But every pocket picked, every threat, every act of violence- It was for Adarsa.
For Adarsa to get into a college, for Adarsa to get out of the country, for Adarsa to make his own life somewhere else. Only then did Darcy allow himself to breathe, and think about what he'd been neglecting- his own life.
He allowed himself hope- getting out of the line of work he'd gotten himself into. Getting into the world proper. A real job, a real house.
But hope was a distraction. The pictures of Adarsa, dropped before him in warning- shopping at a grocer, walking up the steps into his apartment building- those were real.
"One last job," He was promised- but things were never that simple. They only had one scrap of a lead- one not in the real world, but in a video game. Darcy didn't know what UNOVR was, what immersive vr sims were, save that they were popular and expensive.
So he was confused when he was dragged into their underground hospital, and hooked up to monitors and fluids- some headset thing pushed over his eyes.
"You can get out when they're dead," He heard, and then everything went away.
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GAMENavarre is conventionally very pretty, and if his name looks like it was spit out of a generator, that's because it was. Darcy didn't get any say in who he even got to run around as. So he's… some pretentious. Elf. Vampire. Thing.
And he's got to suss out someone with only their real life name, and not stand out, and find a way to get rid of them in the video game that doesn't have interpersonal violence, and also doesn't even let the little animals die. So.
He's not terribly optimistic. But he has to try. Because this, too, is for Adarsa. | FACE
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[u]COOKIE RUN[/u]
Dark Choco Cookie as [a href="https://unovr.boards.net/thread/2036/navarre"]Darcy Masters[/a]
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Neuvillette as @navarre
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