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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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She blinked at his name, and snickered, her chest loosening and tightening somehow at the same time at the reminder of the probending arena. The girl had been so freakin' jazzed when ever the announcer called "knock out!" whenever she handily tossed an opponent or opponents out of the ring.
"That's an awesome name."
Korra calculated her progress earthbending the dirt off Knock Out. Going well, she could hopefully finish in a few minutes. The guy really did have a lot of dirt on him.
"Sooo...can I ask what happened? Did you get in a fight, or something?"
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But it seemed she'd realized that herself, and his easy smile faltered as she asked. For a moment, he seemed to hunch in on himself, but as soon as he realized he was doing it, he made himself sit up again.
"A fight? Mm, you could say that," he said, his voice low and even. "But really, 'battle' would be far more accurate. I was attacked."
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"I tried to end it, but that, ah, didn't work out so well," Korra muttered, glancing away for a moment before refocusing on the dirt arcing arcing away from Knock Out's armor.
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"I got lucky." He looked away, eyes distant. "My magnanimous enemies chose to let me retreat instead of pursuing me and ending it."
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"Wish mine just let me go. Last thing I remember is him stuffing me into a car and driving away, swearing I'd never see Republic City again...."
Korra shuddered, and clenched her mouth tight, silent as she finished earthbending the grit off Knock Out. The girl double checked and triple checked, and some stray pebbles and dust responded and arced away, until nothing was summoned by her touch. Korra folded her arms, taking a moment to look over her handy work. She had to admit, Knock Out looked much nicer now.
"That should be everything!" She said, pasting on a too big smile. She was genuinely pleased, but she rather wanted to amplify that good feeling so that it would stay a while with her, and not fly off and leave her alone with suckier thoughts and feelings....
Korra examined the pile of dirt she'd bent off Knock Out. The guy really had been a mess. But good for her, too--she focused and swept out her arms, circling them as she consolidated the dirt first into a round solid orb. Then she spread out her arms, bending the new stone orb into a long vine-like shape. She then had it wrap around one of her arms. Korra tweaked it some more to make sure its weight was spread out and that it settled comfortably enough on her arm so that it didn't interfere with any future fighting.
Korra grinned, her smile genuinely larger this time. There--a portable source of earth in the form of a wrist band bracelet...thing, just like Toph in the stories!
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But Knock Out could tell she wasn't comfortable with the sharing of it, and he hated to be pressed for information when he wasn't inclined to divulge it. So though he filed the information away to possibly follow up on later, he let the topic died in the silence for now.
He rose to his feet when she was finished with him, the movement almost graceful. He was still battered to the pit and back, but he had to admit it was a lot easier to move when there wasn't debris grinding in his joints and wounds, and under his plating.
He smiled down at her, surprising himself with his sincere the expression was. "That feels better," he said, practically purring the words. Experimentally, he twisted, smiling even wider as the only pain he felt from the motions was from his wounds. "Ahh, that's much better, in fact. Thank you."
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The girl beamed at his gratitude. "Your welcome."
Then she blinked, and tilted her head. "Say, do you happen to know where we are? I thought it was the Spirit World, but I'm not exactly sure now--"
She stopped, glancing at where he scratched himself. "Is that gonna be okay like that? It's not gonna get infected or something, is it?"
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If he'd just taken a moment to look at the sky, he might have been able to discern that it was Cybertron itself under their feet. Knock Out had never been much of a navigator, though, and even less an astronomer, and it had been a very long time since he'd seen the stars of his homeworld. Even if he'd thought to look up he might not have realized, particularly with the glowing streak through the sky distorting things.
Regardless, he followed her gaze down to his arm. The scratches had already clotted over, as he'd expected they would. He used one finger to scrape the thin trails of energon off his plating, popping the digit in his mouth and sucking it clean distractedly. Every drop of energon needed to be conserved, of course.
"Mm, I think they'll be okay~," he said finally. "The worst that could happen is dirt or foreign contaminants getting into my circulatory system, and you took care of that for me already."
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She tilted her head back up, looking up at the sky. "That light sorta looks like the southern lights back home in the arctic, but it's still way different." Korra frowned. "And the stars make no sense."
The girl looked back to Knock Out, and felt a little weird wiggly feeling in her stomach at the sight of him sucking his violet blood from his claw tips.
But she smiled when he explained that all was good. "Okay, cool."
Korra crossed her arms, beginning to fidget, to think.
"Sooo...are you going in any particular direction? I've just kinda been wandering aimlessly and--"
Korra took another breath, and pushed forward, "--and it'd be nicer to wander around with someone. Especially someone as tall as you, you can probably see farther than me--"
And Korra cut herself off, eyes wide and cheeks blushing as she realized that she had started to ramble.
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He shrugged, still pleased that he could roll his shoulders with only the pain associated with the damage he'd sustained. He didn't really see how a weird glowing thing in the sky could mean anything to him, one mech down here on the ground, beyond being a curiosity.
His attention returned quickly enough to more immediate answers-- like the human's roundabout request. He grinned down at her, amused. "Want to tag along with me, hm?" he said. "Well I certainly can't blame you. I am excellent company." He gestured showily at himself, then let both his hand and his self-satisfied expression drop. "I do have to admit that I wasn't, ah, going anywhere, particularly. Wandering myself, you see."
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"Well, then maybe we can wander together."
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Straightening up, he glanced around them. Even with his superior vantage, one direction looked much like any other. Picking one at random, he gestured. "Shall we?"
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Korra bowed deeply to Knock Out. "Pleasure's mine, great spirit."
It was kinda fun putting on airs, but she was genuinely grateful and pleased.
"Definitely!" Korra gleefully shouted, starting to run ahead. Going somewhere with a traveling companion sounded awesome right now.
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Enthusiastic, wasn't she? Knock Out found that he couldn't begrudge her the energy, particularly not when he was so drained himself. Sure, it was a mental fatigue as much as physical, but fatigued he still was.
"Look alive up there!" he called as he followed after her, as quickly as he could on his damaged leg. "You ne ver know what a stranger's going to ambush you from atop a rock outcropping~."
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No, no, she had to focus on the here and now and keep her mood up.
Speaking of possible strangers preparing an ambush, Korra looked over her shoulder, and asked Knock Out, "Have you seen others around here already? You're actually the first guy I've run into."
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He paused for a moment, limping on slowly and considering how best to continue as he walked. "They ganged up on me," he said finally. "I'm lucky I escaped without serious injury."
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The girl's mind went to Amon's rally. The spirits have chosen me.... Were the spirits taking up arms too, and involving Amon in that?
"Um, you're kinda limping, that seems like a serious injury to me...."
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He glanced down at his injured leg and looked away again with a scowl. "Most of this is, ah, from an earlier conflict, actually. Before I found myself here."
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The girl continued to walk with her new companion in silence.
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So he walked on, eyes on the path ahead of them. Given how strange this place seemed to be, he was sure something would come up to fill the silence soon enough...
[[And I'd say we can wrap it there, so long as you don't object?]]