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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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Besides, Starscream rarely paid attention to little details. That was one of his biggest flaws in life. (You know, aside from the overly huge ego and all)
"... Not that I've seen. But I don't make a habit of carrying around knick-knacks anyway."
Jetfire probably wouldn't know what a knick-knack is, but that was perfectly okay, Starscream didn't really either.
"But if there is something around here that belongs to me, I hope it's something good."
Or maybe something like Megatron's fusion cannon. Yeah. He could totally use that.
Or even Megatron's head. Just his disembodied head that he could put on a shelf somewhere as a reminder of how awesome Starscream himself was.
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If he'd have known about it, Jetfire would have said something about this probably not being Junkion. As it was, however...
"Though, if it's not Cybertron, I assume it could be the location, or a similar such, where the junk from Cybertron that was tossed through the space bridge ended up... As long as that location had two moons." Another glance upward, and even if the light was bad and the view was somewhat disrupted by the tear in the sky, those moons definitely looked like Cybertron's moons. Maybe less... worn, though?
"You do have your null-rays still, so those wouldn't be here... Ah." Frowning and looking around, Jetfire did a quick overview of what was in his subspace and... He was missing one more item. "Starscream, if you see my rifle, pick it up for me? It doesn't seem to be in the immediate area."
Unlike all the other things, most of which he hadn't even had in the Keep. Curious.
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Not that it'd be too heavy for him to carry around, but Starscream was slightly lazy and he wasn't going to do it just out of spite.
Because he is Starscream.He huffed and walked farther into the junk, kicking random debris out of the way as he moved.
"How do you know it doesn't cover the whole planet anyway? As far as I can see, it's nothing but random rubble! We go from one slagging hell-hole to another. I can't believe this."
Yes, Starscream was probably going to spend his remaining time complaining about everything.
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"I'm not asking you to carry it around, you know. Merely to alert me if you find it. I could possibly make a new one, but I do prefer my old rifle." He'd made it when he'd finally become a lot less... passive about fighting. It wasn't a moment he relished remembering, but it had seemed - had been - necessary then, and was still so.
"Over-compensating? It's a perfectly normal size for me, and for what it's made for, Starscream. While I admit making it double-barreled might have been too much, a particle rifle needs to have a minimum size according to the power and energy it creates..." Idly trailing a finger down along the upper edge of Starscream's wing as he spoke, Jetfire just shook his helm at the second comment.
"Why are you assuming it does? And I don't know, obviously, but it would be just as much of a faulty assumption to say it does, as it would be that it doesn't. We don't know, and need more data. To scout out the surroundings before we make pessimistic proclamations of the state of this planet."