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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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Gunmax slows down on his motorcycle, putting his feet down as he peers over the robot. Then he lifts his hand.
"Yo, big guy," he calls out, mostly in Japanese. "You look like you're as lost as I am."
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Most of what was said by the other bot - fashioned to look like police, though that wasn't an odd look to be given, really - was lost on him. Bailey had switched his language settings to English. Though... he still recognizes it. His creator had used the same language during his original tour in America.
The gesture, on the other hand, is obvious. He raises one forearm as greeting in return.
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Gunmax parks his motorcycle and stands off of his vehicle; he approaches him slowly.
"Noisy Boy," he states, pointing at his chest. "Is that a name?"
He pauses, hesitating. Then he tries again in English. "Is that your name?"
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Frustrating.
The English, though, that he knows. Top Salvo. He nods firmly, once. He knew enough of his own body - from overheard radio broadcasts - to know that much.
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"My name is Gunmax." Gunmax folds his arms. "Can you talk?"
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Noisy Boy shakes his head then, pistons whining slightly in protest of overuse.
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"Are you damaged?" Might as well check.
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He gives another shake of his head, tipping his chin down slightly. He doesn't like that they make that noise now, damaged or no.
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Not that he disbelieves Noisy Boy, but Gunmax would rather check for a variety of reasons. For one, there's that whole... weird symbol thing going on that Gunmax still doesn't know what to make of. That, and he might as well make sure this bot is completely functional.
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After a few moments pause, he nods.
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The biker approaches a lot more casually, tilting his head as he peers at the brawny robot. The symbol he looks over first; it's different than his own or McCrane's. Which, its meaning still means nothing to him, but he makes note of it.
He also peers at the joints around Noisy Boy's neck. "Doesn't look bad, but it looks like it could use a bit of help." He hesitates. Ah, maybe he should translate. So he tries again in English, "You don't look hurt, but your neck -- it could use extra attention. I can't help you, though. Sorry."
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While he was looked over, he was looking the biker over in return. The police officer gimmick had it's place of course, and maybe even the motorcycle (some kind of pre-bout prop?) but he is awfully slight for a boxer. And no visible vents to dissipate heat. That sort of thing leads to melt-downs, he's heard.
He tips his chin down at the prognosis, less out of embarrassment and more out of acceptance. It's okay. Charlie had complained about it too; it was just something he had to live with, that's all.
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"I'm looking for other robots or humans here. Have you seen anyone else?"
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Robots. Oh, how he's seen them. He nods, then jerks his chin in two different directions. Noisy had left them that-a-way.
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The company of another, friendly bot is hardly unwelcome.
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Either way, Gunmax can exert some patience over it. Noisy Boy seems like he's on his own, and ... ah, what's the saying? Strength in numbers.
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And as long as he's here, especially alone, he can at least try a few new things. He nods to the bike.
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Without another word, Gunmax gets back onto his bike, scooting up in his seat a bit to give Noisy Boy enough room if he needs it. Which, with how big he is, he probably will.
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Gently, he revs up the bike's engine as he restarts his motorcycle. Going a bit slower than usual is odd for Gunmax, who is typically in a rush, but he'll keep it to a decent pace for this stranger.
For now, hey, at least they aren't on their own right now.
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They are still after answers, after all.