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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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He's got the seeker look to him...but he seems a lot more colourful than any he's remembered. And...there's the voice thing too. He'd remember that a century away.
"Just twice? Goin' for a record?"
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"I think dieing twice is a record in itself, wouldn't you agree?"
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"It's impressive, but ya've got nothin on Megatron."
His head tilts up slightly, as if acknowledging him.
"You got a name, screechy?"
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"Supporting Megatron? I would think someone of your faction would be eager to put him down - no matter the subject," he hissed. "And the name's Starscream. Obviously."
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Starscream? That name just brings out sudden feelings. In his fists. It's like Wheeljack didn't even think about it as his fist just punches Starscream for probably no other reason than to just punch him.
It's just a thing you do when you hear that name.
"...Oh. Sorry about that."
He wasn't sorry.
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"What the frag was that for? Do you want to be torn to scrap?!" This Starscream has the shoulders of a football player and at the moment he is this close to tackling you and committing all of the fouls.
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"Sorry 'screamy'. It's just a habit."
Bring it, pinkie. Wheeljack's small, but he can take a hit.
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He's still thinking about walloping you back. It's just weird that you're.... laughing.
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Figured I'd pay him back for the hospitality when I saw him again...guess you're close enough."
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"And how dare you compare me to what is most assuredly an inferior version? If it had been me, you'd want to do more than just punch!"
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"Easy there, pinky. You'll pop a circuit. How about we focus on getting out of this scrap pile before you become a part of it?"
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Starscream cracked his knuckles, his wings fanning out once in a casual stretch. "I wasn't planning on staying. And please tell me you have some kind of magical 'teleport us back home' powers- because otherwise, I don't see how you could help me."
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"Can't say I do, pinkie. But you got those magical things called wings, right? How about puttin' em to good use."
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"And cut it out with that 'Pinkie' stuff!"
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He gave a light chuckle at that last part.
"Sorry, it's just how I tell you all apart now. I know of three."
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Three? That might have seemed like a lot if Starscream hadn't made five copies of himself recently. Still, its a strange thing to hear.
"Pick something else. Something more becoming of me!" he insisted.
1/3
"Heels."
2/3
He gave another thought.
"Screechy. Chinderella."
3/3
"I'm sure there's a good one for you somewhere."
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"First of all," Starscream began, stomping closer and shoving a finger into Wheeljack's chest. "They're thrusters. Secondly, there's nothing wrong with my voice. And thirdly- "
He stopped, making a face. "Chinderella?! Really?"
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"I thought that was was pretty creative. But I'm savin' it for the perfect person."
And if Sentinel Prime arrives...