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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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Reaching Drift, Annie ducks behind his leg. It is sufficient enough cover for the small girl to hide as much as she wants from the approaching jet, yet hearing the jet speak to them creates curiosity in her. Leaning around the side of the leg with her hands against Drift's armor, the girl looks towards the jet with purple, black, and teal coloring.
It sounded like...a woman. Could robots be female?
gender issues, yay! ;P
The little organic seemed sensible, with the three-point stabilization and programming- instinct to hide from large foes. There was something irritating about it, though. "Don't you think it's off-putting when you cower like that?" She asked, "You don't see me squealing, afraid you'll crawl on me with your organic slime!" Though, she was pretty sure little girls didn't really have slime, at least not that could actually harm Cybertronian plating, right?
"You are a girl? From Earth?" Hard to tell with juveniles, they were like protoforms, except completely not; they hadn't quite filled out into their adult moulds, yet.
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"Infected the entire facility. Except the medics." Because they were special, he thought. That's what First Aid had said, more or less--that the medics, being forged, had some immunity.
He wasn't forged; not living in the gutters.
Drift frowned, one hand closing over a sword hilt. "She's just scared. There's no need to talk to her like that." He looked...well, horrifying, and Annie was small and fragile looking--scared seemed pretty reasonable a response.
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When the jet turns her attention to the girl, Annie is rather taken aback by the initial words directed at her. Shrinking back almost completely behind Drift's leg, she really does consider just hiding entirely and letting the bots talk.
However, the sight of Drift closing his hand on the hilt of his sword is far more alarming--she doesn't want to be the cause of a fight between them!
Although her knees don't feel very steady, she forces herself to step out to where she becomes visible to the jet even as she keeps a hand solidly against Drift's leg. The contact with him is steadying for her, and would give him information about her location without having to look down to check on her. Answering the jet, she hopes to help calm things even when she can only muster a quiet voice, "...y-yes. I...I am from Earth. A-a city called Gotham."
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"Doesn't really look like you can protect her forever." And then, Slipstream gave a shrug and looked farther down, to the girl. "Do you really think it smart for her to show weakness here."
For all Slipstream knew, the girl could have super powers, or reverse-engineered gadgets capable of putting up a fight, but she didn't see any evidence of it. Evidence, in general, was lacking around here.
She nodded slightly, very slightly, but it was a kind of acknowledgement. There was a difference between being weak and showing weakness, and shows of weakness were generally got Decepticons demoted. Slipstream didn't need any reminders of what Starscream's failings had earned him. The glitch!
"Is Gotham near Detroit?" Slipstream hadn't heard of it, but every bit of data could potentially inform her of her predicament. She had no working hypothesis beyond the idea that some sort of time travel might be involved, or that not everybot remembered Cybertron the same way.
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"I can protect her long enough." And he's definitely getting a vibe that Slipstream is someone to protect her from. He used to be a Decepticon, after all. He remembers the contempt, so he doesn't try to hide the growl in his voice. He's trying to stay away so as not to infect the jet, but if she's inclined to cause problems, well, he'll finish them, one way or the other.
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As far as Annie can figure, if she gives the information the jet wants, she will have no reason to approach either of them and will move on afterwards.
In order to both show her confidence in Drift and to take comfort in being closer, Annie leans over against his leg lightly so that she can press both hands against his armor with her forearms coming flat to the surface. Head turned and looking up at the jet, she answers, "N-not really. Gotham is on the East coast...more to the North."
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Slipstream smirked and switched to her native Cybertronian dialect, Decepticon and Earth-accented as it likely was, "Almost sounds like you want to play. And I don't even have your proper designation." Here, 'play' meant something more like 'spar with live ammo' than 'hit spheroids with a stick'.
Just as quickly, She reverted to American, as it were, "You two together long? They have robots, like us, in Gotham?" Maybe there was more than one 'Earth'.
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Unlike Slipstream, he's speaking English, because it's rude not to. Annie deserves to hear what's going on.
"Is this really the time to be having this conversation?"
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For now, she will keep the information to herself until Drift gives the okay or is able to relax.
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"What conversation would you like us to have? Some cheery scrap about the weather and swell sporting matches? There's some anomalous thing in the sky! How 'bout those Tigertrons?" She was ranting, irrationally irritated by their lack of cooperation.
"Aren't Autobots and humans supposed to forget differences and pull together in times of crisis?! So what if I switched languages? It's not like it's a big secret this one wants a fight; maybe I didn't feel like playing tutor-bot!" She was flailing, voice shrill.
"Maybe there's a working hypothesis some time travel happened, or there's more than one planet with the same name! Could it be an intelligent bot might want to - I don't know - compare notes? It's the 22nd Century. Edsel is still Mayor of Detroit. Autobots live among humans there. Pickles the Purple Griffin is the current toy at Burger Bot!"
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He frowns. "She's fine. She doesn't need a tutor bot," whatever that was, "she probably just wants to get home."
Drift shifts uneasily on his feet at the completely incomprehensible stuff she's saying. Edsel? Pickles? He shakes his head, trying to signal to Annie to be prepared to run.
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Were robots and others being dumped here from across space and time?
Frankly, the concept is too big for Annie to try to wrap her head around at the moment while so frightened, and it's pushed aside in favor of the immediate possibility of a fight. With Drift shifting uneasily, she tenses further while feeling it under her hand. She is certainly ready to run to get out of the way if she needs to do so, but she hopes very much it will not come to that.
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"Can we all just be logical here for one klik- a couple minutes?" Slipstream asked, still with a bitter edge to her voice. "Granted food, fuel, and rest are necessary, but for any of us to get home, don't you think we need to find out how we got here and where here is?"
Her vocalizer was still stressed with irritation, but Slipstream's posture became much less guarded. It wasn't like she shut down even the most minor sensor, but she also didn't have anyone in target lock.
Slipstream was about done with this lead. Better to move on to another than to try the same thing over and over expecting a different result. That would just be glitched!
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"I think we need to take care of survival first, and where this is, before we try to think of ways to get home."
There's no point planning orbital bounces or quantum jumps if you starve to death or get killed by wild sharkticons. He looked down at her injured thruster. "I'd think you'd have that priority, too."
But she had raised a good question. "Annie? Do you have mechs in your Earth?"
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It is only when Drift asks her a question directly does she move again, tilting her head back to look all the way up to him. Shaking her head with her dark hair lifting briefly in the motion, she speaks up to answer, "...No. A-at least, I don't know of any."
Not mechs perhaps, but Gotham has monsters.