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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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[Blurr's optics, on the other side, blink in confusion.]
We were informed that you disappeared completely after the explosion and there was no way to trace your signal I assume that's the reason why everyone believed that you was offlined miss. YoudontremembertheCoundilatall?
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[Elita's supsicion has trailed off into confusion, because she remembers no explosion. None of this make sense.]
I... don't know any Sentinel Prime, Optimus is the Prime currently, after all. I... suppose I'd be honoured if he'd know me that well that I'd want to share that with him, but no.
[The thought that she might ever be close enough to Optimus Prime that she'd want to share what she's shared with Grim with him is... outlandndish, but admittedly personally thrilling. Not that that will happen, either way.]
Are you sure you're not thinking of someone else?
[Even if he had recognized her designation...]
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Blurr looks a bit unsure.] Perhaps, could it be, there's the small possibility of two mechs sharing the same name? [Blurr rubs his helmet.]
All this is so confusing perhaps I'm in some sort of messed up reality after all I'm quite sure I died when Shockwave trapped me between those moving wall it sure felt like dying I don't recommend it at all. [He looks very lost.] This is not how I imagined the Allspark.
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[Of course, they are, unknowingly, using different definitions of what makes a "Prime".]
Hopefully there'll be some sort of answers soon. I don't think you're actually... offlined, though. I certainly don't remember dying before I came here. I was sitting on a ship mid-transwarp.
[She has no idea how to handle his distress, but takes a step close enough to be able to briefly rest a hand against that very large spaulder before stepping back again.]
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There were a lot of alarm messages in front of my optics coming from my processor listing all the damage I received when I woke up I'm just not sure anymore.
[Blur gives her a small smile and a grateful look in exchange of the brief contact.] Do you have one of those too miss Elita One miss? [He pointed to the glyph in his arms.]
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Critically damaged, perhaps? Of course, that doesn't explain how you'd be fine now, but we're lacking answers to a lot of things.
[She's sure there's answers, and ways to find them... It's just about how. When Blurr asks about the glyph, she nods, turning slightly to show off her own.]
It shouldn't be there, since it wasn't before I woke up. Yours is a new addition as well?
[Question is... what do they mean? And hers and Blurr's are slightly different, which just adds onto the questions.]
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Being an intelligent agent not knowing something makes me really uneasy it's just not right and I plan on change that quickly at the first opportunity IT woudl be wise to explore our surroundings a bit more and see if we can find another familiar face There seems to be a lot of mechs around the junk pile and most of them look quite confused.
[Blurr nods.] Theycouldbesomesortofinsignia.
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[She looks around, but from this point it's kind of hard to see anyone, but voices can be heard. A surprising cacophony of sound, even, spread out and tinny as it is.]
Question is only of what.
[She hasn't sported any insignia at all her whole function, so to now, suddenly, come online with one on her arm is... startling.]
Questions which won't get any answers if we stand around here. Are you all right with parting?
[She looks down at Blurr, wondering if he is a minibot, or if the design differences are tricking her... It's really curious, and she doesn't understand how they can look so... different.]
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Hm...[Then he looked back at Elita One.]I am yes but I'm not sure you could keep up with me nooffenseintended it's just that I run really fast
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I noticed, yes.
[In the end, Elite settled for a slightly wry comment, and left it at that.]
Separating would leave us less ground to cover, and since you can cover more ground by yourself, it'd simply be the most effective course of action.
[She shrugged and tilted her helm. It oughn't be too impossible to find the small, blue mech again at a later time. Not that she was used to sharing scouting and reconnesaice with anyone but Swoop, but the situation was... exceptional.]
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I can't help me.
That's correct and I'm sure I could find your energy signature in case I went too far or you needed help.
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While I should be fine, that's certainly good in the case something does happen, to either of us.
[She doesn't foresee any situation where she might need help, however, not at the moment... Unless she stumbled upon Megatron or something, but for something like that, she doubted Blurr would be able to lend substantial help.]
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Yes yes but let's hope that's not the case it would be really bad luck to be off-lined twice in less than a day.
[He could grab her and run away from Megatron before the Decepticon noticed what happened? Okay, perhaps he couldn't but it would worth a shot if it was necessary. He salutes her goodbye.]
I hope we meet again Elita One it was a pleasure to chat with you and a relief to find a fellow Autobot in this strange land I WILL come back to you if I find a explanation for the current situation we got dragged in.
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If that's what happened, it certainly would be, yes. [She won't laugh, even if it was a kind of amusing way to phrase it. She's not sure how he could be alive (again) if he had indeed been offlined before appearing here, but it would be unfortunate if it actually happened (again).]
Ïf anything, if we can't leave her immediately, everybody we can find gathering together might be necessary.
[She nods and gives her own salute, ready to simply be run away from when they've finished talking... It seemed like a safe assumption, considering how she'd met him.]
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