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re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm
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Entry tags:
- !npc | alpha trion,
- !npc | liege maximo,
- !npc | megatronus prime,
- !npc | nexus prime,
- !npc | prima,
- !npc | solus prime,
- !npc | vector prime,
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | deckard,
- brave police: j-decker | gunmax,
- brave police: j-decker | mccrane,
- kingdom hearts | ventus,
- tf: animated | blurr,
- tf: animated | sari,
- tf: classics | elita one,
- tf: dreamwave | jetfire (crau),
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- tf: prime | breakdown,
- tf: prime | knock out,
- tf: prime | ratchet,
- ✘ 9 | 4,
- ✘ batman: 90s animated | annie,
- ✘ kingdom hearts | luxord,
- ✘ legend of korra | korra,
- ✘ megamind | megamind,
- ✘ real steel | noisy boy,
- ✘ star wars | darth malgus,
- ✘ tf: animated | blackarachnia,
- ✘ tf: animated | optimus prime,
- ✘ tf: animated | prowl,
- ✘ tf: animated | slipstream,
- ✘ tf: animated | starscream,
- ✘ tf: animated | swindle,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | shockwave/driller,
- ✘ tf: beast wars | dinobot,
- ✘ tf: idw | optimus prime (crau),
- ✘ tf: idw | pharma,
- ✘ tf: prime | raf esquivel,
- ✘ tf: prime | starscream,
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack,
- ✘ yu-gi-oh! zexal | v
OPENING LOG: Awakening
WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Right here, right now.
WHAT: Game opening! Our Heroes find themselves in a strange place not of their own world, however familiar (or not) it may be.
Consciousness is slow, and a struggle to obtain. The moments before darkness are hazy enough; a great vertigo, a twisting, and then, falling. Falling for what seemed like forever. And when you are finally aware of your surroundings, it is most decidedly not where you came from.
Instead, you are now in what appears to be a wasteland. A wasteland...of junk. Debris as far as you can see, heaped in mini-mountains that offer only so good of a view of the world around you. Perhaps in the distance, you can make out some flatter land, perhaps you can just make out what looks like a crevice - but it's difficult at best. The light here is all wrong, the two greatest sources being a white line in the alien sky that doesn't so much give off light as simply have it - and something in the south that glows like a setting sun.
You may or may not notice it at first, but you, too, have something alien - something on your arm, more likely than not. A marking that glows softly, but offers no clue as to how it got there - no pain, no sensitivity. It's simply there, as you are here.
So.
Now what?
((OOC: This is it, you guys! Have a blast! Please remember to keep everything under the first thread for now; we'll be adding the Firstforged in in a little bit...
OKAY There is now a second thread to post in! Feel free to make new threads there to react to the arrival of the Firstforged, or respond directly to the Firstforged themselves.))
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Right here, right now.
WHAT: Game opening! Our Heroes find themselves in a strange place not of their own world, however familiar (or not) it may be.
Consciousness is slow, and a struggle to obtain. The moments before darkness are hazy enough; a great vertigo, a twisting, and then, falling. Falling for what seemed like forever. And when you are finally aware of your surroundings, it is most decidedly not where you came from.
Instead, you are now in what appears to be a wasteland. A wasteland...of junk. Debris as far as you can see, heaped in mini-mountains that offer only so good of a view of the world around you. Perhaps in the distance, you can make out some flatter land, perhaps you can just make out what looks like a crevice - but it's difficult at best. The light here is all wrong, the two greatest sources being a white line in the alien sky that doesn't so much give off light as simply have it - and something in the south that glows like a setting sun.
You may or may not notice it at first, but you, too, have something alien - something on your arm, more likely than not. A marking that glows softly, but offers no clue as to how it got there - no pain, no sensitivity. It's simply there, as you are here.
So.
Now what?
((OOC: This is it, you guys! Have a blast! Please remember to keep everything under the first thread for now; we'll be adding the Firstforged in in a little bit...
OKAY There is now a second thread to post in! Feel free to make new threads there to react to the arrival of the Firstforged, or respond directly to the Firstforged themselves.))
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"Heh, pardon me for noticing," He smiled. Using pardon may or may not have been in response to her use of "one." She was a fancy mech!
Breakdown started taking in more details on her form. No idea what her altmode was. She didn't have any obvious bot brand, but she didn't remind him of any female cons he knew. Plus, if she were a bot, she'd have knocked him out three ways to firstday by now. Knock Out... his voice was still there, flustered now. Breakdown felt the need to rush off, but he wanted to make sure he was in the clear. Maybe he could get an ally here. He'd heard Ratchet's voice, so that meant Autobots were nearby, and he'd need all the backup he could get in an unfamiliar area. Okay, so the only mark on her body was...
"Oh, hey, we match." Breakdown held up his forearm to display the new mark he'd already tried scratching off a few times.
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She was, however, secretly relieved Grimlock hadn't been here to see that. He didn't need more reason to be doubtful than he already had.
"And it doesn't seem like it's easy to get off. I suppose you didn't choose to wake up with that either?" Elita tilted her helm at the mark, then frowned down at her own.
Actually... it vaguely looked like the mark wasn't actually branded into the metal itself now that she was looking closer, but... slightly above?
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Elita looked up from the marking again, frowning. She doubted there'd be commonalities, but... if he would reply, it'd be something to go from.
"What were you doing before you woke up here? Whatever got us here is able to pull you from mid-transwarp, at the least." Since that's where she had been before waking up here.
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What's going on here?
And apparently... he thought nothing of admitting he'd been off on a mission to kill someone before coming here (well, she wouldn't either, really), but dying or severely injured, he was fine now which was... curious.
"On a ship having entered trans-warp. So apparently whatever got us here can pull us from... wherever." Troublesome, but maybe she can find someone from the crew here then?
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The fact was, however, that there was enough differences in their design to be... strange. Something was off, and it frustrated her not knowing what it was.
"Elita One. Yours..?" She tried not to stare too much or obviously at the comment about Starscream saving him but then she looked around the mounds of junk that were visible.
"I think a recently crashed ship would be obvious, even here with all this junk. And you seemed to be going somewhere before you ran into me." She doesn't really feel like walking around with a Decepticon unless it's actually needed, and as of yet, she's seen no life-or-death need.
Breakdown, it's hilarious how out of the loop you are.
Poor thing. XD
"Too late for that, you know," she said dryly, making a gesture at herself with one hand. "I've been flying with an Autobot crew for a decade now."
Why she had never been branded? Well, Grimlock hadn't thought it was necessary, and technically the war was over. Technically they'd been hunting down rogue criminal elements dangerous to the burgeoning society and stability of the rebuilding Cybertron.
All in all, let me say : well played, Elita.
He straightened from a fighting post to standing again. He detransformed his hammer. A sign of trust for the bot who hadn't gotten the drop on him when she could have already. "Maybe we'll get to fight after our nest run-in. I have a partner to find. I wouldn't follow me." His voice was low and growling in warning, though he couldn't resist a jab at how he'd met the only other mech he'd yet met. He quickly transformed into his altmode and sped off, not leaving any tie for rebuttals, and hopefully little time to be fired at in his retreat.
She does her best.
But when he apparently decided to post-pone their frankly currently needless fight, Elita straightened up again, still ready to pull out her weapon if he got the idea to fire on her while speeding away in altmode...
He didn't. And he wouldn't find any of Elita's missiles shot after him either. He wasn't one of the Graviton's targets; Decepticon or not, she had no reason to go after him, not at the moment anyway.