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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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"You there! Are you one of the 'autobot' leaders?" He hasn't heard much beyond there's an Autobot army of giant sentient robots. "I demand you release me from your -- war or whatever it is, and send me home! I haven things to do! A city to run!"
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Well, it's nothing Nexus can't handle. Though he is confused about one thing.
"...What's an Autobot?"
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"How many giant robot factions are there?" he asks. "Either way, I want a leader! Who can send me home. If you're not it, I need whoever it is!"
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"I'm a good guy," he affirms, with a bit of force behind it. "The only 'bad guys' here are the ones trying to take this place apart, and there hasn't been an army yet. You, my little friend, have things all wrong," he continues, moving down in to a kneel so he can get a better look at the organic, "and the leader here won't be able to send you home."
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Except it was a GOOD robot, and therefore, needed to be subjugated.
"I'm not little, nor your friend," Megamind said with a flourish of his cape. "I an the supervillain Megamind, I rule Metro City with an iron fist, and I am a bad guy! So somebody better send me home before I have to start my reign of terror anew on this... trash heap!"
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And yet...
There was one appropriate reaction.
"...heh."
It turned in to two chuckles. And then, Nexus threw his head back and outright laughed, unable to contain his mirth.
"That's a funny joke!- wait, wait, tell me about the reign of terror! Describe it! Don't leave me waiting-!"
This will be great.
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The giant robot.
Is Mocking Him.
This is, sadly, not something that Megamind is unused to. He is, in fact, very used to being roundly mocked for nearly everything. But to have some giant bucket of bolts start up?
Well, that's a laserin'.
"Impudent wretch! Sniggering giggler! I'll show you the meaning of terror!" He says, drawing his DE-Gun and taking aim. "We'll see how smart you are when you are a mere cube!"
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"Not a cube!...should I be calling for help?" he adds in a somewhat quieter tone, low and conspiratory. "I've never been threatened like this before. The others'd get a kick out of it if they were here to see."
Well.
Most of the others.
Everybody knows Alpha Trion doesn't have a decent sense of humor.
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There was a squeeze of his finger on the trigger, and a noise as the gun powered up, a split second hum as the teal light flared-- and then flickered wildly. Megamind blinked, looking at it for a moment, and then watched as it raced through a rainbow of colors--
--and a spray of sticky laminate zipped out. It wouldn't really hurt the robot, but he'd sure be sticky for a while.
"...De-coupage? No, no! It's supposed to be on de-hydrate!" He stepped back, looking at the gun in bewilderment. He spun the barrel, watching as each color flared correctly. "Why-- why did that--"