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Re/Aligned Mods ([personal profile] re_alignedmods) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm

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.))
raceme: (Front)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-06-23 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The light and the roaring sounds were hard to miss. So was the giant mech that landed not much far away from Blurr.

It took him 3 nanosecs to decide that it was safer to avoid the newcomer, at least until he knew what was going on. Blurr used his incomparable speed to put some distance between the two.
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[personal profile] megatronicpolarity 2012-06-25 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Blurr wasn't wrong; choosing to put some distance between himself and one of the more irritable members of the Firstforged was a wise choice. On the other hand, dashing away like a terrified petro-rabbit was the worst way to avoid catching his attention.

Megatronus' head snapped towards Blurr, gaze locking onto the smaller mech. There were many an unpleasant, scurrying thing that came through the Lambda and made their home in the Junkyard. If that were the case, he was more than prepared to dispatch it.

If being the operative word; best to make sure it wasn't one of the newest wave of refugees, first.

“In your position, I would check my footing before sprinting over it. Not all ground here is stable,” he called out in Blurr's direction. Monsters didn't usually engage in conversation.
raceme: (Yes sir!)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-06-25 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
For a secret agent, Blurr has never been very good at avoiding catching people's attention.

He rather go home than live in a junk pile if you ask him, he was trying to figure a way out when the giant mech appeared. The advice surprised him, both because he was noticed and because he was expecting a much violent ration from someone who was bigger than a Decepticon. He stopped moving and looked up, the insignia in his chest and the golden tattoo in his arm more visible now.

"It's not really the best place for a race no no MY right wheel got stuck a few nanosecs ago in the pile but now I'm trying my best to avoid that and watch where I am going THANK YOU for the advice sir...eh...sir!"