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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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... Though he hopes he won't be stuck spelling things out on this pile forever. He taps his throat and shakes his head slightly - he can't speak, or he wouldn't have had to resort to this. There was no other way to go about this, for him.
There is the fact that the giant apparently called for backup that he has to deal with now, however. And this one clearly has illegal upgrades on it. Bots aren't supposed to fly. Bots aren't suppoed to be this big, either. He takes a couple steps back.
and then vector was olde english!
But he speaks that 'English' language. There's so many of them...
"Well met," Vector says slowly, nodding his head in greeting. "We mean thee no harm."
Oho
...Clearly her brother's language files are of a different dialect than her own, but that is alright.
"I don't believe he can speak, at least not in the conventional sense" she directs at Vector, before giving the tiny fighter a glance.
"Correct?"
vector, you're so 1600s~
Not all boxers are the most pleasant out of the ring, after all, and these. Are a lot bigger than any of the other boxing bots he's met.
He looks back to the first one, and nods again. Got it right again.
why not man. AND I'M PROBABLY MUTILATING THE DIALECT FOR ALL OF MY RESEARCH I'M SORRY.
He looks from Solus to the other mech, taking in this information. And...the other language written upon the mech as well. He's a small one, oddly-shaped - perhaps not even Cybertronian. But then, time has taught Vector that such come in all shapes and forms - this would not be the oddest one he'd seen.
"Then it is well we have tools," he declares, reaching in to his armor. He'd need a smaller one... "Pray, a moment...ah."
He pulls out a small device, kneeling down to offer it towards the Refugee.
"This will be of great help to thee."
ROBOTS MAN. I DON'T MIND
"That should do you well, despite your...vocalization issues. Vector is your patron, and will treat you well."
She gave her brother a wry glance, switching to Cybertronian over their private lines.
//You may have to aid him further, if he lacks dexterity in those odd hands of his. I don't even know if he can plug himself in.//
Odd Noisy Boy was, but she wasn't about to insult him by suggesting his 'species' might be lacking in such a fundamental way.
Not out loud, at least.
IT'S ALL GOOD. ROBOTS DO WHAT THEY WANT.
That's a worry for later though. He'd been fully charged when he arrived and hadn't done anything overly strenuous to run his battery down.
Noisy, at something of a loss of how to take the device, presses his forearms together and holds them out. Though he does tilt his head slight, pistons whining. What is it?
WOOO
And there's the mech agreeing with it, in his own way - after a moment, Vector (slowly) starts to reach for him, clearly intending on taking matters in to his own hands.
Literally.
//My thanks, Solus; I won't ask you to stay.//
If she wants to, that's entirely different, but there's no doubt that she has her own matters to attend to.
/bows out~
"That should assist you in communicating with the others here, once Vector has assisted you with linking it to your systems. You should fare well, and perhaps I will hear from you soon."
She nods.
//I haven't much idea yet, though I have suspicions. Do let me know what you find out, brother. My curiosity has been roused with this one.//
Chuckling quietly, she departs, leaving Noisy Boy to Vector's care.
/waves to
For the moment it has to wait. Because that is a large hand, headed straight for him. He knows Vector said they weren't interested in harming him, and he's hardly the sort to be really afraid.
But he can't help a twinge of worry, even as he holds still.
♥! ALSO JAYDE IF THIS WON'T WORK, I CAN EDIT IT IF YOU POKE ME BEFORE YOU TAG BACK.
Not a proper installation, but an Acolyte can finalize it. This, hopefully, will at least allow them to communicate properly.
THIS WORKS FOR ME JUST FINE ♥
He's never had the opportunity to talk before, in any way but with motion and the sound of his own gears and pistons. He's not sure what to do with it first.
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"Try to communicate," he suggests. "It will serve as thy vocalizer, for now, should thou instructest too - think of it as another appendage."
It'll take some doing, no doubt, but once he gets the hang of it...
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Vocalizers have been mentioned several times to him. Mostly in reference to him not having one - or having a broken one, which was odd. He's not sure how that would work, exactly.
But something else... Noisy Boy automatically and constantly streams data to his diagnostics screen about his current state. Maybe if he can send something like that out.
He manages to send out a short burst transmission. It's not speech but text: I am not accustomed to this.