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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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He tries to slow himself down when he talks, he has a habit of speaking quickly, but when he slows he's fairly easy to understand since he uses the polite form of everything.
"That's okay. I can understand, that's all that matters," There's a brief pause, "My name is Deckerd. I'm a detective with the Brave Police. I certainly won't say no to any help. But... could you tell me where we are by any chance? Are you a BP model?"
He presents his badge, as if that would offer some kind of credibility to someone who's probably never even heard of the Brave Police.
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You'd have thought that I'd know about some of these, being on Earth for so long. Are they all new?
But that's not important right now. What is, is communication and trying to find this... Deckerd's (?) boy.
"BP? Ah... hm. No. I'm not like you. I am a ... //Cybertronian//. Autonomous robot comes from the planet //Cybertron//... it is there where we might be. If the star is right."
He points up when he says that last mangled phrase, indicating that the constellations are very much not those seen on Earth. Heck, they aren't really those of the Cybertron that Ratchet remembers, but there are enough of the main ones evident, that he feels comfortable indicating that they might be somewhere close.
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"You mean you're not built by humans?" Unfortunately for Ratchet
Deckerd hasn't been canon updated to have seen an alienthe concept of someone from beyond the stars is pretty fresh to him. However he accepts it fairly quickly. There's certainly no denial there. He just seems mostly confused."Ah... hm." He has a lot more to ask, but right now they're wasting time.
"I suppose we should get to looking."
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"No, humans did not create me." And then Ratchet nods in agreement. "We might search better apart than together. Do you have a comm channel at all?"
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"Yes," He nods, taking out his badge and flipping it open. "This functions as a means of communication between myself and my team."
He also has the internal comm, but he'll keep that to himself.
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He's never had to find a Japanese translation for most technical terms, so he waves at where human ears would go on his head, hoping that his meaning comes across.
no subject
He'll gladly hand over his badge, holding it out for Ratchet to take.
Maybe a little too trusting of him, but what else does he have right now aside from the kindness of strangers?
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He hands it back to Deckerd, then makes a 'telephone' handsign before moving back a bit and attempting send something over the frequency through his comm link.
//You can hear me?//
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"Loud and clear!"
Well. Easy as that, then isn't it?
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Ratchet gives him a thumbs up in return.
"We will ... split now?"
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"Thank you again!"
He'll take the time to chat later.
Right now...
No. Not right now.