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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.))

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In waking to this landscape, Megamind hoped the last few hours were but a dream. A terrible, horrible dream -- a dream where he lost anything that mattered by winning everything else. A dream where his best friend left him behind, really left him, where the girl of his dreams found out he was an utter fraud, and asked him, honestly, if he ever thought she would be with him.

No.

Of course not.

Megamind comes to in the bucket seats of a gutted, ruined car; he sits up, and rubs his head, before he spills out of the tilted vehicle as his inner ear protests and he loses his balance. He's got to find his bearings, get his feet under him--

--because above him? Space is undulating as the Lambda tear ripples in the sky and he stares, transfixed.

It must be a dream.

All that horribleness, all that failure, leaving him at rock bottom? It must be a dream, else he must figure that his adoptive world itself has rejected and finally sent him back adrift in space.

All he can say, rubbing one enormous blue temple is, "Well, crap."

Ratchet almost misses the tiny blue man standing in the junk pile -- he's very small, and not human coloured at all. Still, he looks ... close to human? And if that's the case, then he quite possibly needs help.

"Sir?" Ratchet comes closer, bends down on one knee to make himself smaller and less threatening. "Are you alright? Not having any breathing difficulties?"

Because all his medical records of humans say that they turn blue when they're suffering from oxygen deprivation.

SWEET ZEUS'S MIGHTY HAMMER or some other earthen deity has no real attatchment to--

--how did hat enormous robot sneak up on him? Shrieking and falling over, back into the top of the ruined convertible, Megamind threw his cape over his head and proceeded to cower for a moment; at least, that's what he wanted Ratchet to think. In fact, he was struggling to get his DE-Gun unholstered, and then all but fell out of the car, gun in hand, and only just managed to keep his feet.

He pointed the tiny laser at the large robot, and shrilled at him: "I am perfectly well! Now I demand you take me to your leader so I can sort this mess out! I have a city to run! I can't be here!"

Ratchet halts and blinks when the man (probably if its depth of voice is any indicator) flails and points its weapon at him. He can be sure it's not suffering from any illness now, but perhaps an anxiety disorder....?

"Woooah there. Let's both just calm down here. Deep breaths."

He raises his hands in the universal gesture of pacifism as he speaks, hoping that the human will stop fritzing.

He's too skinny and flat chested to be a female of the species, Ratchet. No way those skinny hips could birth a baby with a head like that, either without something breaking.

Megamind stands there, pistol in hand still, as he stares up his arm at the robot.

"I don't need any deep breaths! I am perfectly in control! I am Megamind, the extremely handsome criminal genius and master of all villainy and I demand to see your creator! You will obey me, silly robot, or suffer my wrath!"

...yes, this was going swimmingly.

The head and the coloration are throwing Ratchet off, okay? He thought humans only came in shades of pale to tan, not blue.

"Villainy?" Ratchet frowns and lowers his arms, setting them on his hips like a parent about to scold a child. "And for your information, I am not a robot. I am a Cybertronian -- an autonomous, sentient robotic being. Obedience isn't my style."

The human's name reminds him a bit too much of Megatron's... he's starting to feel unsure of whether or not he wants to help it.

If Megamind knew he was being compared to the premier villain of the Cybertronian universe... he'd be very flattered. He might even preen. As it is, he's looking at Ratchet with a new interest; a little less open hostility, now, and more wonder.

"Autonomous sentient robots? You don't say-- who is your creator?" Megamind asks, as the muzzle of the gun dips and wavers, before he finally holsters it. "Who built you? I'd very much like to meet them! I have extensive work in robotics, but never have I seen something so sophisticated. Even my brainbots don't compare!"

He springs away from the car he had been found int, and instead found the tallened bit of trash he could climb up with any degree of safety, and tried to get higher, to see the robot better, to address him properly.

"What is your designation? Your purpose? Quick, quick, don't dawdle! I want to know how you work!"

When Megamind holsters his gun, Ratchet relaxes. It hadn't looked all that dangerous, but you never could tell.

"Built us? That's like asking who built you. We're-pfff. Nevermind that, it'll take too long." Ratchet huffs and cuts himself off there, both because of time constraints, and because explaining Cybertronian biology and engineering to a (still possibly hostile) human isn't something he wants to do at the moment. Knowledge is power, and if you can build something, well. You can take it apart.

And his memories of MECH and their experimentation are still quite fresh.

"For now, let's stick to the basics. My designation is Ratchet and I'm the Chief Medical Officer of the Autobot army. As for how I work... well, that depends on what the slagheads under my care have gotten themselves into time after time. Usually it's under pressure and with far too few materials."

While he's insulting his comrades, it's also obvious from his expression that he does care about them.

Well, that'd matter to anybody who isn't Megamind. He doesn't care about the robot's comrades-- they're inconsequential! Connections are for people who aren't supervillains. Megmaind is, after all, the premier supervillain for Metro City, and he has Minion and nobody else... and that relationship definitely isn't one of equals.

"Racket? Well, fine, Racket," he says. "You're an engineer. I get that. What are you doing here? More importantly, what am I doing here? I have a city to rule!"

And that's way more important than flapping his gums at a rude robot.

"Not Racket. Ratchet." What was it with people calling him everything but his name recently? First Wheeljack, now this one. "And I've got just as much of an idea as to why we're here as you do. I just woke up here randomly a couple breems ago without any idea of how or why."

He glowers, but not directly in Megamind's direction. This whole "kidnapped into what looks like primordial Cybertron" thing is really getting on his nerves.

"Yes, yes, Racket," Megamind waves a hand with some irritation, ignoring the the robot's correction. "Well, that's no good. What use is a giant robot if you can kidnap it? Our captor must be a being of immense power! I should fine him, ally with him, betray him and take his stuff, maybe!"

He ponder this for a moment, tapping his chin as he thought on it.

"Or simply skip all that effort and demand to be sent him, and cow him with my obvious might. Yes, that's more straight forward. Faster."

Ratchet snorts. "If you can't even pronounce my name properly, I'm doubtful you could muster the power to cow a bovine, nevermind a being with enough power to transport the lot of us here."

He does agree with the idea that their captor must be extremely powerful... if there is a captor at all. Squinting up at the sky, he asks, "What will you do if there is no captor, though? For all we know, this is a space bridge attempt gone wrong that just happened to grab us all at random."

"I said Racket! Now shh!" He doesn't seem to know or care that it isn't right, and just marches onward into the heap. "You do not know my might! Or how powerful I am! I can totally handle this."

Yes, the angry blue man is totally going to handle this. You watch. Maybe with popcorn if you need that with your comedy.

With a great heave of a sigh, Ratchet decides to drop the name thing.

"I suppose if you say so, I have no other recourse but to believe you on that one."

It is very obvious that he does not, in fact, believe Megamind at all.

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megamind - 2012-06-24 18:35 (UTC) - Expand

Prowl?

docbot - 2012-06-27 23:31 (UTC) - Expand

.... self-referential weirdness there, brain fart. :|

megamind - 2012-06-27 23:36 (UTC) - Expand

Oh an organic. Perhaps this is one of the natives of this planet. Blurr stop running but doesn't approach him, instead studying the small blue man from a safe distance.

Megamind was-- stomping here and there over the landscape, heading toward the light in the south. It seemed the smartest place to march. He's pretty small among the junk, but manages so far-- like he's used to managing trash heaps and junk yards--mostly because he is. After all, he uses a lot of recycled goods and junk for his death traps.

Light can be a good or bad thing, Blurr thought it was better to know for sure which sort of light was before to actually approach it. Previous past experiences made him careful. Bad experiences with organics made him wary of them too but this one didn't look human and he does like the blue skin.]

Sadly, Megamind is a pesky diurnal (well, reasonably thinking) organic that needs sunlight to regular his daily cycles. So, unfortunately... he's a headed toward the light if just out of habit.

Also, blue is the best. Megamind would be the first to say so.

Oh, organics and your cute life patterns...

"Are you sure that's a wise idea sir? I suggest waiting a bit to see if that light in the horizon is not something dangerous HOWEVER if you are a local from this place could you tell me what is going on on how I arrived here? I have an important mission to finish and I would like to return to Cyberntron this instant."

Yes it is, blue and black forever. Enjoy that cascade of BLAH Megamind, it was delivered at very fast speed.

Startled by the sudden arrival of the robot and it's rapid-fire chatter, Megamind drew his DE-Gun, but-- then was left tilting his head and confused.

"Do I look like I care about your important mission?" the alien sneered. "And I'm not a local! I am not king of the trash heap! Insolent robot!"

Whatever that thin was, Blurr could tell it was a weapon and quickly moves away from it's path. In fact, the only thing visible when he moves is a Blurr of blue, no pun intended.

"Notalocal? Do you arrived here all of sudden too? I am NOT a robot I am an autonomous robotic organism with free wild and no one built me if that's what you was going to ask next. And who are you?"

Wha is with this yappy, nosy robot? No matte what it said, it was a yappy, nosy rebot. It was like someone had made Roxanne male, painted her blue and made her talk to fast.

Also, made her a giant robot.

"I am Megamind and I'm not interested in your petty problems! Didn't you hear me the first time?"

It's a sad day when Megamind from all people thinks you are unmanly. Blurr's probably making a very good impersonation of Roxanne right now, because he's getting pissed.

"Worrying about Innocent lives at a stake is not being petty! If you are not a local that means that you are probably just as lost as I am THEREFORE perhaps maybe sharing information would be beneficial for us both. I'M BLURR!" Blurr has the tendency to gesticulate an move lot while talking, and he finished his sentence stomping his feet on the ground and making the ground tremble.

"You're TalksToMuch, that's who you are," Megamind said as he staggered backward as the already unstable ground began to shift under Blurr's tantrum. "Now stop that! It's rude! Stupid giant robot!"

He reached out steady himself against some piece of the pile, getting a little out of strange of the major tremors. "Hey, small organic being here, you great nimrod! Not that I can't crush you with my might but still! You're going to mess up my suit!"

"It's 'talk' not 'talks' there is no s at the end and it's 'you' not 'you're' Mr. blue strange man and I am CALM> AND I am not a robot I was not built by anybody I was born and the correct term is autonomous robotic organism but the name I already told you is Blurr."

There, there, Blurr you are more mature than that, relax. the mech is still frowning a bit but not stomping anymore, this pile of junk looks too unstable for his licking. "That's a curious suit indeed."

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