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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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Could a mech really get it more wrong? Or was it simply his entire reality that was so twisted? Either way, he hoped he could be present when this 'Optimus' informed Prima that he did not believe in Primus.
"Really, now," he continued, the glittering of his optics betraying his amusement behind an otherwise serious face. "Then where, I must know, did your Cybertron come from? How do you get your sparks? Your heritage? Your artifacts? You have two more questions, by the way."
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... All he asked was that he be given that same courtesy.
With that in mind, the Firstforged's tone ruffled him more than he'd like to admit, and it took a conscious effort not to sound defensive when he replied. Was it wrong not to subscribe to the ideas of a cult? He believed in life, in the AllSpark - not in an organization that scammed credits from those who believed in their preachings.
"The AllSpark gave us life."
A relic he had shattered and dispersed, but that wasn't the point at the moment. As it was known to have brought life to their race, he'd assumed it was responsible for their planet as well.
"We have our own artifacts and history. It may not be how it is as your Cybertron, but I can't imagine that every universe would be the same."
Right. His questions. He found it hard to focus on that, while defending the very foundation of his beliefs. He needed time to think it through and eliminate any loopholes that Liege could take advantage of. Maybe... it wasn't the how that was important here.
"Why were we brought to your Cybertron? I know I'm not the only one from my universe trapped here - I wouldn't call that a coincidence."
no subject
Could the origins of other transformers truly be that different? Or was this 'Allspark' simply another, stranger, incarnation of Primus? It sounded powerful, either way. It sounded like something he'd want to discuss with his brethren.
"Very well. I...accept...that your breed of Cybertronian might not have come from Primus. You should, however, be aware that I, on the other hand...did." If there were many beliefs on many different worlds, then surely his would have to be acknowledged, as well.
Especially considering it was much more of a 'truth' than a belief. He knew his father, well. Or...reasonably well. Not as well as Prima, and perhaps not on as nice of terms, given how often Liege had rued his initial lack of purview...but well enough.
"I'll accept your clarification," he smirked, "but unfortunately I do not have the answer as to why. My brothers and sister and I are familiar with foreigners appearing on our world, and we know how you came to be here, but not why." His smirk widened. "Only Primus knows that."
"Nevertheless, as I am unable to give you an answer, I will award you an additional question."
no subject
"Thank you," he said, before quickly adding, "... for being understanding."
Was this Primus different from the one he'd had shoved in his faceplates back on his Cybertron? He could admit that he didn't know much of the religion itself, so much as he knew of its reputation. Something about a planet-sized 'bot... not enough to have an idea what this Primus was like.
Either way, he couldn't quite tell of the comment about the deity was a jab or not. It did make him wonder - was it possible to actually communicate with such an entity? The AllSpark, while not overtly sentient, still had some sense of life to it. He couldn't believe that it was a completely inanimate object, and that it hadn't intended some of what happened to it...
Well, likely not the... being taken by Megatron and subsequently shattered part, but...
Would it be possible to ask Primus if he knew? Somehow, he didn't think so.
At least he had managed to earn back one of his questions. Two didn't seem nearly enough; but if this 'bot didn't know why they were there, that did eliminate quite a few from the list.
"You mentioned something called the 'Firstforged'? Who are they? The name makes it sound like they are the first to be sparked, but... that's not a lot to go on."
no subject
Well, it was about time that someone showed some gratitude. Considering the fact that he and his brethren did not have to answer any questions or take anyone in, most Refugees still seemed hostile at first. He could have tried to look at it from their point of view, but that would have involved sympathizing with them, and...
No.
They were here. They were pawns.
And he could be gracious, but only because it pleased him to do so.
"You are welcome," he said, offering a smile that had more tooth than a welcoming smile should. "Though technically that is two questions, right there."
He'd heard both question marks, he was sure of it.
"Yes, I did mention something called the Firstforged, and they are my brethren. Since you seem to be lacking in the history of our Cybertron from other universes...ah...to be straight with you, you are in it."
He gestured around.
"My brethren and I are the first mechs formed by Primus, and we were given care of this land to tend to long before the Lambda started dumping garbage onto it." The phrasing isn't entirely clear as to whether or not he considers Optimus part of this garbage. "Prima is our leader, and that is his mark you bear. I am Liege."
Now, should be nice?
"I could give you one more question, provided that you allow me to be present when you introduce yourself to Prima."
no subject
His opened his mouth to argue further before he realized his mistake. He had phrased it as a question, even though he hadn't meant to - and now, he was mentally kicking himself for it.
It took a conscious effort to stop himself from asking for clarification, as it could very well count as another question against his allotted amount - which he had apparently spent anyway. They were a part of... Cybertronian history? So this was the past? If these were the Firstforged, that could make sense.
The jab about garbage didn't go unnoticed, and he had to clamp down his vocal processor to keep himself from pointing it out. Liege wasn't a 'bot he needed to aggravate - this was technically his turf, and Optimus was the one intruding, albiet unwillingly. He couldn't blame him for being a bit out of sorts.
Hopefully he was a bit more amiable under better circumstances.
"I think that's a fair request," he replied finally, running a hand over the glyph.
He had an inkling this had to do with their earlier talk about Primus, but didn't push it further. With any hope, the other Firstforged might answer his questions a little more freely than Liege had - particularly if Optimus was wearing his mark. Whatever that meant.
"I know the Lambda is what brought us here, but... how does it work usually?" he said, struggling to find the right words.
no subject
...which was, as everything, so very like a bot his brother would possess.
Still.
He knew he should at least feel remorse about tormenting a Refugee, even if he wasn't actually feeling that, at all.
He could, at the least, answer Optimus's question.
"As far as I have been able to tell through my readings, there are bizarre, multi-dimensional energy signatures and phase shifts which occur in the light spectra. Sometimes Refugees like you come through. Sometimes it is monsters. Sometimes it is...this." He points to the garbage again. "Thus far, nothing has been able to go back through, though that is a travesty which I intend to reconcile soon. Until that time...you are stuck here."
He purred.
"Would you like another question, or should I take you to Prima now?"