What is this place?

[forsaken-voyager]

Intro Post!!!

“What is this place?”

//This is basically an askblog for my scrumblo silly named Voyager that I made because of boredom

//yes i do use the simplified version mostly, but the more complicated one is canon, i just don’t wanna draw em

//I may draw the unsimplified, but usually it’s the simple ver (and I will def be inconsistent on what design I use lol)

Speech:

(Actions or thoughts are like this.)

“Voyager speaks like this” - (With sign or notebook)

V̷̧͙̤̙̹̯̘͕̈́̉̌̆́̑o̵̧̻͈͖̊̑̓y̵̨̨̡̠̩͈͕̙͊̄̚͘ͅą̴̀͌͝g̶͙̯̻̅͑è̶̙̃̌̅͘͘͝r̴̖̋͛̈́͝ ̴̨̩̭͈͚͇̜̈́́͘͘͠t̵̡̫̹̼̰͓̼̺͕́̋̓̓́ą̶̛̗̝͕̻̖̥̀̆̾̊̋̐̕l̷̨͉̞̯̦̇͆̿̿̾̄͒ͅk̵̝̟̙̦̖̱̠̻͚̄͌̎s̷̛̰̪͖̠̰̫̙̜̩͌̎̀̆̄̕͝͠ ̶̧̬̬̝͙̥͖̰̘͙͐̀̎̿̑̒̄͊̈́͐l̵̨̮̬̳̹͓̭̤̙̹̓̎͋̄͊̾͊̀͘͝i̸̛͔̲̣̭̍̔̿͒́͗̈́͊̈́k̵̢̝͍̈͗̐̔̕͝ẹ̶̠̫͙̝̱̏͑ ̷͈͕̅t̷̳́͑̽͋̔̃̈h̷̢̞͈̹̞̒̽̊̓̏̍̕͘i̷͕̠͍̝͆̂́̃̀̚͠ş̵̡̡͎̦̣͙̙̔̑͋͑̌̋.̵̖̻̜̬̥͐̉

Alex speaks like this.

//I speak like this (basically ooc)

Tags:

[ hi! ] - asks

[ hello? ] - Interaction

[ doodles ] - lil doodles

[ a rest. ] - random in character posts

[ farewell. ] - end of interaction chains

[ voyager #####] - Voyager posts

[ voyager alex ] - Alex posts

Extras:

Voyager goes by They/Them pronouns. They’re also short. (They have had people mistake them as a kid because of this occasionally.)

Alex goes by He/Him.

Magic Anon is allowed, if it's too wild I won't accept it though.

Please do not bring NSFW stuff onto here please.

Interaction chains haven’t happened yet until they are finished.

If I don’t respond to a rp in a while, feel free to message me just in case I didn’t get a notification.

Feel free to interact!!! :DDD

[archive-a-rooks-true-justice]

(Someone roams, to get an idea of the area they’re in.)

(They wear hazmat gear, and their large wings shimmer- some kind of protection enchantment has been placed over them.)

- @forsaken-voyager

//dont mind me butting in here again- but with Alex this time!

He cofs, placing his palm against the wooden log he sits on, pushing it and letting himself back up to his feet. He takes a look at the passersbyer. He want not to seek conflict, but he seems to be quite, warry recently. He turns overs, as he starts to march against the person, not taking a sneak route. He's been wanting something to dispose his stress for a while.

[forsaken-voyager]

(The hazmat-suited person notices the other marching towards them.)

(Hopefully this doesn’t end in a fight. Alex misses their swords, but at least their Hyperlaser stayed with them if the need for it arises.)

(They briefly wave, greeting the other.)

Hello there.

[archive-a-rooks-true-justice]

He stops his march, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows, hostility reeking from him like a poisonous gas. The ring in his back starts to float, letting out eight shards who start spinning around it like a saw, letting out a crimson red light from each one of the shards.

-> ´´Who are you. What are you doing here.´´

He asks plainly, his voice hostile as he stays in that same stance.

[forsaken-voyager]

(He keeps his answer short, wings puffed up behind him.)

Names Alex. I came to this place to investigate a distress signal sent.

What’s your name?

(His voice is tense, and he’s ready to pull out their Hyperlaser at any moment.)

[archive-a-rooks-true-justice]

(Someone roams, to get an idea of the area they’re in.)

(They wear hazmat gear, and their large wings shimmer- some kind of protection enchantment has been placed over them.)

- @forsaken-voyager

//dont mind me butting in here again- but with Alex this time!

He cofs, placing his palm against the wooden log he sits on, pushing it and letting himself back up to his feet. He takes a look at the passersbyer. He want not to seek conflict, but he seems to be quite, warry recently. He turns overs, as he starts to march against the person, not taking a sneak route. He's been wanting something to dispose his stress for a while.

[forsaken-voyager]

(The hazmat-suited person notices the other marching towards them.)

(Hopefully this doesn’t end in a fight. Alex misses their swords, but at least their Hyperlaser stayed with them if the need for it arises.)

(They briefly wave, greeting the other.)

Hello there.

[forsaken-voyager]

A small rustling of bushes, and hesitant steps powered by subtle determination. Elliot had been searching for the voyager he considered an ally that had a failed teleportation quite a few weeks ago. He narrows his eyes, and tries to search about.

He spots a figure, and tries to not run at them immediately, a sight for sore eyes, he figured.

@wealwaysdeliverr

(Voyager looks a bit different, slightly taller- wingspan a bit larger, and a burn mark on the right side of their head. Their tail has sharp spikes running down it, and those definitely weren’t there before.)

(They wave at you!)

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot seemed happy to see the other, before quickly getting a bit concerned at the sight of the Voyager. Why did they look a bit.. more roughed up? He approached, getting a pizza out of his bag and offering it to the other.

"Uhm.. Just in case if you got hurt." He smiles.

[forsaken-voyager]

(They look at the pizza, they can see the healing property it has.)

(Their head has been killing them. But they don't think that pizza would help.) "I don't think that would help in my case." "Are you ok? Did the failed warp hurt?"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Ah.. Okay, uhm, let me see.. It didn't hurt me physically." He didn't mention how he basically had a breakdown shortly after from the missed chance of escape he had been shown after so long of being here.

..But he was fine now! Great, actually. He tries to forage through his bag and slowly pulls out a small bottle of expired ibuprofen. It wouldn't be as effective, but it'd at least help if the other was in pain.

"I usually don't bother to take these because I typically just.. Die whenever I'm in pain, and I'm doing okay."

[forsaken-voyager]

(They take the bottle of ibuprofen, and take a pill.)

“Thanks.”

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Of course, haha.. Uhm.. Do you need help getting back to my cabin?" He frowns, visibly worried for the other, at least, on the outside.

And worry was an understatement on the inside. Maybe this was his fault, wanting out so bad he had endangered another person's health.. He frowned a bit thinking about how he did this. He did this..

[forsaken-voyager]

"Its alright." "I appreciate the concern for me :D" (They chirp, trying to reassure the other that they're alright.) (Small glitchy particles can be seen around them.)

[forsaken-voyager]

A small rustling of bushes, and hesitant steps powered by subtle determination. Elliot had been searching for the voyager he considered an ally that had a failed teleportation quite a few weeks ago. He narrows his eyes, and tries to search about.

He spots a figure, and tries to not run at them immediately, a sight for sore eyes, he figured.

@wealwaysdeliverr

(Voyager looks a bit different, slightly taller- wingspan a bit larger, and a burn mark on the right side of their head. Their tail has sharp spikes running down it, and those definitely weren’t there before.)

(They wave at you!)

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot seemed happy to see the other, before quickly getting a bit concerned at the sight of the Voyager. Why did they look a bit.. more roughed up? He approached, getting a pizza out of his bag and offering it to the other.

"Uhm.. Just in case if you got hurt." He smiles.

[forsaken-voyager]

(They look at the pizza, they can see the healing property it has.)

(Their head has been killing them. But they don't think that pizza would help.) "I don't think that would help in my case." "Are you ok? Did the failed warp hurt?"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Ah.. Okay, uhm, let me see.. It didn't hurt me physically." He didn't mention how he basically had a breakdown shortly after from the missed chance of escape he had been shown after so long of being here.

..But he was fine now! Great, actually. He tries to forage through his bag and slowly pulls out a small bottle of expired ibuprofen. It wouldn't be as effective, but it'd at least help if the other was in pain.

"I usually don't bother to take these because I typically just.. Die whenever I'm in pain, and I'm doing okay."

[forsaken-voyager]

(They take the bottle of ibuprofen, and take a pill.)

“Thanks.”

[cloneontheloose-archived]

(Someone approaches, walking towards Noob.)

@forsaken-voyager

//don’t mind me

"Ah-"

Noob flinches back as the new person appears out of the darkness. They give a nervous smile and a wave.

"Hi...?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(They do a little wave back.)

Hello there.

(Small hints of static can be heard as he speaks, voice already muffled because of their suit.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Do I, uh...know you?"

A small smile. Be polite be polite be polite

"I like your suit!"

[forsaken-voyager]

No, I don’t think we’ve met before.

And thanks. I think the suit is pretty cool myself- keeps me safe.

(They shift their wings around to a more comfortable position. They shimmer with the enchantment of protection.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

Noob watches with a wary eye, yet still has a smile plastered on their face.

"What brings you around here, stranger?"

Gosh, they've been around the admins too much. They'd never word questions so boldly like that in the past.

"Are you new?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(What brings them around? Well... they hope they didn't come here just to find nothing.) (but aren't you scared of what you might find?)

Yes, I certainly can be considered new to this place.

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Oh! You, uh."

Noob chuckles nervously, looking around.

"I'm sorry to say, but you came at a.. really, really bad time."

[forsaken-voyager]

A bad time? What do you mean by that?

(They ask this, slightly snappy.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"You... uh..."

Noob clears their throat, glancing around nervously.

"...So you're stuck here. And... there's currently a killer roaming around... sorry."

[forsaken-voyager]

(Stuck? This isn't what they signed up for wen they followed that distress signal.)

(And what was that about a killer?) What.

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"...Welcome to hell?"

Noob offers this information with a small, hesitant, ungenuine smile. It drops as soon as it appears on their face.

"I'm sorry."

They mutter, messing with the hem of their sweater.

"If I knew a way out I'd tell you in a heartbeat."

[forsaken-voyager]

I knew I shouldn’t have followed that dubious ping.

(They clutch one of their swords- wait a minute. They were holding them when they got here, where did they go?)

And great. My swords are missing.

[forsaken-voyager]

A small rustling of bushes, and hesitant steps powered by subtle determination. Elliot had been searching for the voyager he considered an ally that had a failed teleportation quite a few weeks ago. He narrows his eyes, and tries to search about.

He spots a figure, and tries to not run at them immediately, a sight for sore eyes, he figured.

@wealwaysdeliverr

(Voyager looks a bit different, slightly taller- wingspan a bit larger, and a burn mark on the right side of their head. Their tail has sharp spikes running down it, and those definitely weren’t there before.)

(They wave at you!)

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot seemed happy to see the other, before quickly getting a bit concerned at the sight of the Voyager. Why did they look a bit.. more roughed up? He approached, getting a pizza out of his bag and offering it to the other.

"Uhm.. Just in case if you got hurt." He smiles.

[forsaken-voyager]

(They look at the pizza, they can see the healing property it has.)

(Their head has been killing them. But they don't think that pizza would help.) "I don't think that would help in my case." "Are you ok? Did the failed warp hurt?"

[cloneontheloose-archived]

(Someone approaches, walking towards Noob.)

@forsaken-voyager

//don’t mind me

"Ah-"

Noob flinches back as the new person appears out of the darkness. They give a nervous smile and a wave.

"Hi...?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(They do a little wave back.)

Hello there.

(Small hints of static can be heard as he speaks, voice already muffled because of their suit.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Do I, uh...know you?"

A small smile. Be polite be polite be polite

"I like your suit!"

[forsaken-voyager]

No, I don’t think we’ve met before.

And thanks. I think the suit is pretty cool myself- keeps me safe.

(They shift their wings around to a more comfortable position. They shimmer with the enchantment of protection.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

Noob watches with a wary eye, yet still has a smile plastered on their face.

"What brings you around here, stranger?"

Gosh, they've been around the admins too much. They'd never word questions so boldly like that in the past.

"Are you new?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(What brings them around? Well... they hope they didn't come here just to find nothing.) (but aren't you scared of what you might find?)

Yes, I certainly can be considered new to this place.

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Oh! You, uh."

Noob chuckles nervously, looking around.

"I'm sorry to say, but you came at a.. really, really bad time."

[forsaken-voyager]

A bad time? What do you mean by that?

(They ask this, slightly snappy.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"You... uh..."

Noob clears their throat, glancing around nervously.

"...So you're stuck here. And... there's currently a killer roaming around... sorry."

[forsaken-voyager]

(Stuck? This isn't what they signed up for wen they followed that distress signal.)

(And what was that about a killer?) What.

[cloneontheloose-archived]

(Someone approaches, walking towards Noob.)

@forsaken-voyager

//don’t mind me

"Ah-"

Noob flinches back as the new person appears out of the darkness. They give a nervous smile and a wave.

"Hi...?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(They do a little wave back.)

Hello there.

(Small hints of static can be heard as he speaks, voice already muffled because of their suit.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Do I, uh...know you?"

A small smile. Be polite be polite be polite

"I like your suit!"

[forsaken-voyager]

No, I don’t think we’ve met before.

And thanks. I think the suit is pretty cool myself- keeps me safe.

(They shift their wings around to a more comfortable position. They shimmer with the enchantment of protection.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

Noob watches with a wary eye, yet still has a smile plastered on their face.

"What brings you around here, stranger?"

Gosh, they've been around the admins too much. They'd never word questions so boldly like that in the past.

"Are you new?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(What brings them around? Well... they hope they didn't come here just to find nothing.) (but aren't you scared of what you might find?)

Yes, I certainly can be considered new to this place.

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Oh! You, uh."

Noob chuckles nervously, looking around.

"I'm sorry to say, but you came at a.. really, really bad time."

[forsaken-voyager]

A bad time? What do you mean by that?

(They ask this, slightly snappy.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

(Someone approaches, walking towards Noob.)

@forsaken-voyager

//don’t mind me

"Ah-"

Noob flinches back as the new person appears out of the darkness. They give a nervous smile and a wave.

"Hi...?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(They do a little wave back.)

Hello there.

(Small hints of static can be heard as he speaks, voice already muffled because of their suit.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Do I, uh...know you?"

A small smile. Be polite be polite be polite

"I like your suit!"

[forsaken-voyager]

No, I don’t think we’ve met before.

And thanks. I think the suit is pretty cool myself- keeps me safe.

(They shift their wings around to a more comfortable position. They shimmer with the enchantment of protection.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

Noob watches with a wary eye, yet still has a smile plastered on their face.

"What brings you around here, stranger?"

Gosh, they've been around the admins too much. They'd never word questions so boldly like that in the past.

"Are you new?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(What brings them around? Well... they hope they didn't come here just to find nothing.) (but aren't you scared of what you might find?)

Yes, I certainly can be considered new to this place.

[cloneontheloose-archived]

(Someone approaches, walking towards Noob.)

@forsaken-voyager

//don’t mind me

"Ah-"

Noob flinches back as the new person appears out of the darkness. They give a nervous smile and a wave.

"Hi...?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(They do a little wave back.)

Hello there.

(Small hints of static can be heard as he speaks, voice already muffled because of their suit.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

"Do I, uh...know you?"

A small smile. Be polite be polite be polite

"I like your suit!"

[forsaken-voyager]

No, I don’t think we’ve met before.

And thanks. I think the suit is pretty cool myself- keeps me safe.

(They shift their wings around to a more comfortable position. They shimmer with the enchantment of protection.)

[cloneontheloose-archived]

(Someone approaches, walking towards Noob.)

@forsaken-voyager

//don’t mind me

"Ah-"

Noob flinches back as the new person appears out of the darkness. They give a nervous smile and a wave.

"Hi...?"

[forsaken-voyager]

(They do a little wave back.)

Hello there.

(Small hints of static can be heard as he speaks, voice already muffled because of their suit.)

[forsaken-voyager]

(…nobody around, huh?)

[forsaken-voyager]

//should I add another silly to this blog…. Hm…

[forsaken-voyager]

A small rustling of bushes, and hesitant steps powered by subtle determination. Elliot had been searching for the voyager he considered an ally that had a failed teleportation quite a few weeks ago. He narrows his eyes, and tries to search about.

He spots a figure, and tries to not run at them immediately, a sight for sore eyes, he figured.

@wealwaysdeliverr

(Voyager looks a bit different, slightly taller- wingspan a bit larger, and a burn mark on the right side of their head. Their tail has sharp spikes running down it, and those definitely weren’t there before.)

(They wave at you!)

[archive-a-rooks-true-justice]

(You can see someone walking somewhere with intent in the distance.)

@forsaken-voyager

He keeps his pace besides the river of tar, wandering and scouting out the place, his eyes scanning side to side as they lock into the Voyager.

He raises a brow but rathers not call its attention. He stares from a distance, inspectings its form.

[forsaken-voyager]

(They move in an oddly forced manner, like they’re being puppeted by something.)

(Along with that, they hold an odd metal spike, glitchy particles surrounding it.)

(Suddenly, they stop walking, turning to look at you. The right side of their face looks a bit burnt to say the least.)

[archive-a-rooks-true-justice]

He stops his tracks, putting his hand inside his jacket, as the ring of metal quickly appears behind his back, giving a very slow spin.

He narrows his eyes as he stares at the puppet from a distance.

Is this another "Killer" I have to deal with?

He gives a deep sigh, noticeably annoyed.

-> ``You. Who are you. What are you. And what do you want.``

-> He gives VERY direct questions, his tone agressive and commandative as he interrogates the person.

[forsaken-voyager]

(They slam the spike they’re holding into the ground, more glitchy particles appearing around it as it takes time to stabilize.)

(After that, they pull out their notebook and write- handwriting very, very, messy. They hope you can make the words out from where you are.

//if you can make the words out

“Voyager.”

“A normal Robloxian.”

“I just want to get where I need to be.”

[archive-a-rooks-true-justice]

He narrows his eyes, trying to read the text. His age while not helping with reading from a far, especially with that writing.

Luckily, He can make out the words, nodding his head.

-> ``Hmmm, I understand Soldier.``

-> He comments.

-> ``Then I wish good luck on your travels``

[forsaken-voyager]

(They put their notebook away.)

(Before walking off, they drive their Anchor into the ground a bit further, and wave goodbye.)

[m4fios0]

(You see someone walking with intent, movement looking oddly forced. They grip an odd metal spike, glitch particles flickering around it.)

@forsaken-voyager

🐇;; [ glancing over, he noticed the odd person - the way they moved almost reminded him of john doe, especially with the corruption following. ]

[forsaken-voyager]

(They walk, they need to get back to Elliot as quickly as they could. The warp attempt definitely failed, that’s for sure. They can definitely feel their failure, every unstable glitch a tiny little zap.)

(The scenery around them is different from what they remember seeing on the way before- hopefully they didn’t go the wrong direction…)

(Their head hurts, bandages that used to be there gone. At least the ones on other parts of their body stayed.)

(…wait. Is someone watching? They turn towards the direction of Mafioso, holding their Anchor in front of them.)

[m4fios0]

> [ still watching from a bit away, he raised a hand up to wave; he couldn't tell off of first glance if they were hostile or not. he let his arm fall back to his side, re-engulfed in his coat. ]

– “ you lost ? ”

[ he called out . they looked lost, but he didn't want to assume . ]

[forsaken-voyager]

(They put their Anchor under their arm, pulling out their notebook to write in big written words.)

“Yeah.”

(Introductions. Ask for their name.)

“I’m Voyager. What’s your name?”

[m4fios0]

> [ he paused, taking a moment to read the notebook. ]

– “ mafioso- or maf. whichever is fine. it's lovely to meet you, voyager. ”

[ glancing around a moment, he tried remembering the landmarks around them. ]

“ where'd you need to get back to? ”

[forsaken-voyager]

(They stab their Anchor into the ground before approaching the other.)

“Lone cabin in the woods. Elliot’s. Had traps.”

(They look up at Mafioso, hoping they know the way.)

[m4fios0]

– “ i think that'd be somewhere south of the river? i haven't been down there too much. i know there's a cabin somewhere in the area, though - might be his. ”

[forsaken-voyager]

“Thanks for the information Maf!”

(You can hear them chirp.)

(South of the river. A way to go. It might not be Elliot’s cabin- but that’s a lead.)