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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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"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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Because that's not another can of worms that needs to be opened up, is it?
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"There's Sir Sentinel Prime and sir Optimus Prime there's also Longarm Prime but since he's really the decepticons Shockwave he doesn't count anymore BUT if you are asking me about the Supreme Commander of the Autobots that would be sir Ultra Magnus he's the leader of the Cybertron Elite Guard too which makes him my direct superior."
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Seriously, since when did he have to be the rational one? That just didn't happen. Okay, to shut Blurr up, he slaps his hand over the mech's mouth, only lifing up when it was the bot's turn to speak.
"Wait, there's more than one? That's...weird."
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Miracles like that happen Wheeljack, enjoy being the sane one.
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Well, that did it. He let go of Blurr's mouth, rubbing the back of his head.
"I think we're from different Cybertrons."
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He pulled Blurr to his feet, giving him a bit of a dust off.
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Blurr looks sheepishly at him, his engine revving for a moment. Wheeljack you are a bit touchy feely. ever heard or personal space? He neither.
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"Wheeljack or Jackie'll work. I'm not up for that sir stuff."
Oh, Engine revving? Sorry, Blurr, touching's a Wrecker thing.
"You okay there, sunshine?"
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"If you insist si...Wheeljack ."
Wreckers so friendly when they aren't blowing shit up. His engine revs again accidentally when he's called on it. He's agitated and he had a bad day nad he is not used to company.
"Yes..no nothing's wrong I am fin...SUNSHINE!?
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An eyebrow perks at that last park, and his mouth curls up into a smirk.
"Yeah, don't like that name? How about Champ?"
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Wheeljack stop that....the face he is making.
"Not entirely my stile so sorry. Why everyone tries to give me nicknames. BLURR'S NOT SO HARD TO REMEMBER."
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"Blurrk it is. C'mon, wanna check this place out?"
Meaning you're invited along no matter what.
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But...! Fine, he was going to explore as well, anyway.
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"Any idea where you think this might be located?"
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"Notstableenoughtorunatfullspeed hmg.. Not in Earth that for sure."
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"Call me crazy but...these stars are familiar. At least some of em are."
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"If those were angled differently they would look like the ones from Cybertron....[And he pauses all of sudden looking up with some sort of fridge horror realization.] but...some stars are missing too and there's new ones I never saw before..this couldn't be...?"