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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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Confused younger mech is confused.
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"Can't say I do. 've always been this size. Maybe it's you that shrank....you sure you're not a femme?"
Blunt Wheeljack is blunt.
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Congrats Wheeljack you managed to confuse him further to the point he's left speechless.
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"WhywouldIbeafemme!?"
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"The frame didn't give you the slightest tip off?"
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Blurr actually looks down at himself.
"What's wrong with my frame? I'm designed for speed that's why I am slim and yes perhaps... maybe... it could be true that I'm on the smaller side but it's all to minimize resistance."
Air resistance he means, even if he's not very durable in general if he has to put up a fight. That's why he keeps stasis cuff on him all the time.
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"Gotcha. Apologies for the assumption."
Even if it was pretty hilarious.
"So ya know me, but I don't think I know you."
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"Itsfinedontworryatall! The name's Blurr I am an Autobot intelligence agent from the Elite guard I'm not sure how I arrived to this planet I was in Cybertron already when Shockwave trapped me and I thought I died being crushed sure felt like dying but I woke up here all of sudden and you are Wheeljack but you don't look like all him and everything it's just so confusing perhaps my processor being crushed affected my common sense and this is just part of my imagination."
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Wait, in all that ramble, something caught his attention.
"Cybertron? Why were ya there?"
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He's a bit more agitated than usual so the reply comes out very fast, albeit understandable.
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A dump.
Gone."
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What
What
"That's..not accurate."
He pulls out what looks to be like a mini screen, showing his logo and badge. Quickly it changes into some pictures of Cybertron, see?
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"No, I watched it die with my own eyes, kid. It's dead."
What was going on...
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If time passed since he was trapped and then onlined again that would explain why Wheeljack looks different and doesn't even remember him. Blurr doesn't want to believe it.
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"Don't tell me ya missed the entire war between Bots and Cons..."
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Don't mind Blurr here Wheeljack, he might look like you just crushed his Spark but he will try to get a hold of himself quickly.
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"Kid...the war's still goin' on. It has been for thousands of years. Are you from when the caste system was still goin?"
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"Thousand years!? Oh Primus that's...wait caste system what caste system I don't remember any caste system whatareyoutalkingabout!?"
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"Kid...what's your Cybertron like?"
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"Well it looks just like those pictures I showed you with my data pad IT always looked like that to me OF COURSE we have a rank system and the council and different jobs but anything similar to a caste system that sounds like it would only cause trouble sir Wheeljack sir."
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