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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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Jetfire's reaction to the assumption that his reality would be different wrought a wry twist of his mouth out of him, and a shake of his helm.
"That, unfortunately, seems to be a commonality so far. Insofar as yours, mine, and the two others I know of are all separate, all of them were joined by at least one thing; the Autobot and Decepticon conflict." Depressingly enough.
It was, frankly, an emerging pattern he'd prefer not to find. Of course, four out of a possibility of... millions? of variations within a multiverse was nothing, but something whispered that the conflict was not the exception, but the rule. Jetfire mentally shook his helm and ignored it.
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"It appeared this Cybertron had suffered a great loss."
So many worlds and yet...war continued. It seemed even the cosmos affirmed his philosophy.
"War is always common, it is the heart all sentient creatures. It would be foolish to think you could avoid conflict."
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"This from merely seeing what's around us here? From the air, this area doesn't extend forever; the planet could look like anything beyond." However unlikely, Jetfire would rather believe things were... as well as they could be, instead of assuming the worst.
But, it seemed Dinobot didn't just have a more... pessimistic worldview currently, but also a lot less neutral view of their innate nature. A faint grimace slid across Jetfire's expression before his optics narrowed minutely.
"War and conflict aren't the same; conflict is a natural state of give and take, having a place within many patterns and does, indeed, exist everywhere. I don't think, however, that war is a necessity of civilizations ot sentient beings everywhere. It brings conflict to a disruptive level and while it... can be useful, if it lasts for too long, you lose more than gain by it." He knows war can have its points.
Sometimes it's unavoidable, sometimes what comes out after makes it worth it, but war, in and of itself, isn't instrinctic or something that should be viewed as an unavoidable fact.
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He looked to the sky, "If anything, it would be safe to say this world had died long ago."
His optics turned to the larger mech. Were all Autobots this hopelessly naive?
"Spare your naive platitudes! War is in our circuits! Peace is merely the prelude where one must prepare for the next battle, to gather one's thoughts."
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"I know very well what levels people can sink to, but that doesn't mean we can't rise up from them, either," he said with a shake of his helm, and meant himself as much as... say, Starscream. Maybe even Megatron. Though Starscream, of course, had a different point of origin when it came to the levels sunk from or rising up to.
"And if battle can't be denied... what happens when there's no one and nothing left to fight? Do you tear yourself apart at that point, unable to find some other reason for existing?" He paused for a moment, optics darkening briefly and then spread his arms wide to indicate the piles of junk around them.
"If this is indeed the end of a Cybertron and the whole planet looks like this, instead of merely a strange spot... Would you prefer the fighting to lead into this, a simple, quiet grinding halt of everything? That's what happened for thousands of vorns in my reality." He hadn't been there for it, but it'd been part of the information he'd gotten from Bumblebee.
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"War is simply his means. Regardless if he was behind this, a warrior always has a reason to fight. Always."
Well this was news, "I fight to prevent this! Of course you wouldn't understand..."
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Starscream was... similar. Not exactly, but he liked the fighting for itself, Jetfire knew, and even before the actual conflict started and the Decepticons rose, Starscream had been involved in the gladiator arena.
"I don't think the Megatron I knew ever fully revealed his reasons for starting the war. A ruse, to repair and start the planetary turbines... a means to an end, the method itself?" Jetfire shrugged. "I doubt even Soundwave knows, especially at this point in time."
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Dinobot never knew a world without conflict. He was born into combat, bred for it. An existence without it is incomprehensible.
"I have a rough idea. And that idea is total domination of Cybertron, of existence itself!"
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"Not even yourself, if it was necessary?" Oh, apparently he couldn't... completely resist. Wasn't changing yourself as much as you could, adapting to the situation part of their nature? Anyone's nature?
"Perhaps, yes," Jetfire said with a slight grimace, arms crossed. "At the least, that would be the end result of his actions and the philosophy behind it, no matter his reason for it."
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He snarled at the larger mech. Did he really try to justify Megatron? Because that's what it sounded like, "Megatron is a fool! And anyone who follows him follows idiocy and death!"
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Foolishness or not, his word had carried meaning and power not just because a charismatic and powerful mech had spoken them, but because they were partly true.
"Idiocy or not, tens of thousands... millions have died, planets have fallen..." Another shake of his helm. He wasn't sure this would lead anywhere, or why he tried to understand, or at least come up with an angle that might lend some light upon the warlord's actions.