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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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Closing her eyes for an extra second and taking a breath in, she then pushes with her legs to get up to hands and knees and crawls her way back out through the opening to the pocket. Squirming a little to get her shoulders through, she slows down as she gets her hands out onto the rummage. At that point the glyph she wears would become visible on her back as she brings her legs out one at a time. As luck would have it, that glyph on her happens to belong to Nexus. The blue really is a rather stark contrast against the pink of her sweater, so it's difficult to miss.
Once out into the open again, the girl kneels in front of the one that coaxed her out of hiding, hands coming up together to clasp at her chest for comfort. With a side glance, she peers out into the distance to see the rather looming figure still standing there. At least it hasn't drawn any closer...
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He'd have to tread carefull-oh, there's the glyph. So those colors are a part of her, he decides, but even so he's smiling in more than just relief when he recognizes the color and shape. One of his - and all the more reason to ease her in to it, gently.
Nexus follows her gaze, spotting himself, and turns his larger body the other direction, attending to other Refugees and matters. Good thing he's good at multitasking - of all of them, the best at it.
"Does he scare you?" he asks the female - girl, is that the term for a young one? She seems young, he'll have to find out - as he tilts his head.
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Rather than answering with a direct affirmative, she presents a reason with obvious shyness about it as her shoulders shrug upwards a little and her voice softens, "...I-I've never seen anyone so big."
Barely having become acquainted with some of the robots moving around on the piles of junk, she had not yet considered the possibility of even larger beings. All of this has been so different from her experiences in Gotham.
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"If big is all that takes to scare you, you'll have a rough time here, I can say."
He's trying to make it teasing, if only a little. Don't want to go too far with someone so skittish.
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Only here in this new, strange place has she ever met anyone with such an obvious advantage to her that had not dismissed her presence or used that advantage against her.
When Nexus teases her gently, Annie bows her head forward further and glances down at her lap as she almost smiles with embarrassment, "...I-I guess so." Then looking up from beneath the edges of her bangs, softly she asks, "...do...do you know him?"
If the bot in front of her was familiar with him, he could provide her with some idea about the giant in the distance. She hopes to gain more information so that perhaps she could shake off the feeling of fear.
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Oh, right.
"We're pretty close," he admits. "Same mold, you could say. Doubt he'd like hearing you were afraid of him - it'd probably make him wonder what he could do to make you not, you know?"