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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.))
it will look FABULOUS
That is a very big creature with a bunch of teeth, and at first Raf just skitters back, eyes practically bugging out of his head before he bumps in to something.
"Ah-!"
All right. Can't-can't quite get up and run, at least not without possibly startling it. Raf turns back, not wanting to take his eyes off the huge - whatever it is - longer than he has to.
For a moment, he just stares.
"...ah...hello?"
Hey, it worked for the Scraplet...! To be fair, the Scraplet was also a lot smaller. And he already knows where...this...came from, right under him.
...
He hopes it's not hungry.
the most stylish death
Its head rolls to one side, sizing up the small thing before him. Didn't seem to have weapons installed on it like the bigger humans, still it needed to be careful since this was not one it was ordered to kill. The human could attempt to hurt it.
Tentacles fan out, waving slowly in the air as it rumbles in response, still keeping its plating ruffled up.
knock out would be jealous
It pricks something inside of him. The same thing that has him understanding Bumblebee even with a bad vocalizer, and understanding the code that makes up computers themselves...
"No, I'm not going to hurt you! I promise!" He holds up his hands a little. "See? No weapons!"
He rather doubts his ability to damage something that big, even if he wanted to-!
pretty sure he already is
A hiss escapes the creature as it lashes out a tentacle to try and wrap around the human.
It needs to look the tiny thing over. Normal humans don't say things like that. Don't know things. It could be lying.
can't argue with that
"H-hey, careful-!"
He's trying not to panic. Really, he is. Because new and fascinating thing aside, this could still shred him in to tiny pieces in an instant.
and then KO got some gorgeous locks of hair to compete
Another tentacle rises, little pincers sliding out from between the saw blades. It's something it uses for holding small and delicate things. It will do for this. It's smaller tentacles are far too delicate and sensitive to use for a weapons check.
Carefully it pokes around with the pincers in Raf's hair, it's the fluffiest part of the human, a good place to hide things. It has to be checked. When the Driller finds nothing in Raf's hair except for. Well. Hair. It turns the boy upside down, then sideways, eventually righting him once more. He looked safe.
WHO? A rumble comes from it.
HE WHIPS HIS HAIR BACK AND FORTH
Miko would probably consider this a roller coaster ride. He's just hoping desperately to be set back on the ground.
"My name's Raf- do you think you could put me down, please?"
oh so sexy
The Driller pulls back its tentacles, resting them on the ground as it considers the down request. Another human to help with Cybertron maybe? It wasn't supposed to kill this one, and the Raf wasn't attacking it. The Raf could help like the other humans would.
If they were back on Earth.
Plating rattles as the Driller's cockpit opens up, and it carefully lowers Raf inside. It's pretty clear that the space was meant for a very large bot.
DOWN.
going off the fact that the image i found of said cockpit doesn't really have any controls i can see
-this isn't in the ground. Driller, this is not comforting Raf, though he's at least relatively certain that you're not about to eat him (though he did wonder for a terrifying half-second if that was your /mouth/ you're putting him in, until he looked back at the maw of razor-sharp teeth and noted differently) but this is /not/ the ground.
This is...
Well. he's not sure what it is, getting to his feet with more than enough headroom, and setting a hand on some of the metal to steady himself.
...
Miko would be throwing a fit right about now, but all he can think is that this sort of area looks awfully familiar.
"...huh."
yeah driller controls are more of a mental link or cable hook up
DOWN.
The Raf is quite silly, he is down. It did as asked, it was simple to see that. Could the Raf not see it? Maybe those things on his face were stopping him, although why he would have them on if they blocked vision, the Driller didn't know.
Maybe it was to stop the Raf from seeing things he didn't want to see? But he is down, and he is on the ground. He is in it and it is on the ground. He is on the ground.
Tiny cables wiggle out from the top of the cockpit and move to try and grab hold of Raf's glasses. If it can get them off then Raf can see he's down.
DOWN. SEE.
AND THEN RAF WAS FACED WITH SOMETHING HE ACTUALLY /COULDN'T/ HACK. alert the presses.
"I meant outside, but this is..."
Fine? Okay?
Fascinating.
He's just. Trying to get a closer look at what he thinks are the controls, but there's no possible way he can interface with them - not that he can see, at least.
"...what is this?" he finally asks.
it's running in all the papers now
Outside? They are outside. Down and outside.
SEAT. FOR MASTER TO TELL IT WHERE TO GO. WHAT IT SHOULD DO.
Driller rumbles softly, speaking of Shockwave is always a good thing. There's nothing more important than Shockwave to it.
no subject
"Who's your master?"
Because if Raf has suddenly been thrust in to the position - all he can think about his how insanely jealous Miko would be.
no subject
SHOCKWAVE.
It is so pleased rumbling that.
RAF WANT MEET?
no subject
A Decepticon.
"...he's not like Soundwave, is he?"
no subject
Slowly the tentacle lowers, moving down quite a height to something much smaller.
SOUNDWAVE TINY.
Soundwave is short, everyone knows that.
SHOCKWAVE DIFFERENT. BETTER.
But it may be biased on that.