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Re/Aligned Mods ([personal profile] re_alignedmods) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm

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.))
brokendown: (Default)

All in all, let me say : well played, Elita.

[personal profile] brokendown 2012-06-24 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Breakdown stiffened for a second before rapidly backing up and transforming his right hand into its large hammer form. His face went from confusion to an unreadable hardness.He had to think, think for just a second in his life. If he fought now, he might never get to see if the voices e thought he heard were even real. He had better things than to mess up a lady. Especially a lady who looked like she could give even better than she got.

He straightened from a fighting post to standing again. He detransformed his hammer. A sign of trust for the bot who hadn't gotten the drop on him when she could have already. "Maybe we'll get to fight after our nest run-in. I have a partner to find. I wouldn't follow me." His voice was low and growling in warning, though he couldn't resist a jab at how he'd met the only other mech he'd yet met. He quickly transformed into his altmode and sped off, not leaving any tie for rebuttals, and hopefully little time to be fired at in his retreat.
invisiblepinkboat: (Feeling lucky? - trained spark)

She does her best.

[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2012-06-25 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
When Breakdown clearly got ready to fight, transforming part of his right arm into a hammer (that was a new one on her), Elita had tensed, stance shifting effortlessly into readiness to strike if needed.

But when he apparently decided to post-pone their frankly currently needless fight, Elita straightened up again, still ready to pull out her weapon if he got the idea to fire on her while speeding away in altmode...

He didn't. And he wouldn't find any of Elita's missiles shot after him either. He wasn't one of the Graviton's targets; Decepticon or not, she had no reason to go after him, not at the moment anyway.