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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.))
Re: insert cutscene here
Despite Prima's attempts to let her absorb information, Korra's head still felt like it was about to explode.
In a shocked daze, she easily went along with Prima's direction, looking at the strange black character on her arm.
"What does it mean? I haven't been able to figure it out."
Korra looked back up to Prima. "I've met others too, but they had different characters on their bodies. What do theirs mean?"
Re: insert cutscene here
"They mark you as something other than Unicron's," Prima answered. "They are a sign that you are not his, and whether or not Primus had a hand in your arrival, they are a sign of our own responsibility towards you. Each symbol represents one of us - and each symbol binds us to you.
"Yours is the Glyph of Megatronus Prime."
Re: insert cutscene here
"'Responsibility?' Would that happen to include sending us back home?"
no subject
A pause.
"Until such a time as we can restore all things in their place, you may at least find shelter with us."
no subject
But he sounded reasonable. He couldn't abandon his own home.
Still....
"Shelter, and, what, are you gonna draft us into defending your home, too?"
no subject
"We cannot force you to fight for us," Prima pointed out, "though my siblings may have their own attitudes on the matter."
Megatronus especially. But - on the thought of Megatronus. Perhaps Korra would respond to another route...
"We can, however, grant power to those who assist us. It may serve you well."
no subject
"Assist you? How?"
She shook her head. "I just need to go home, I don't need pow--"
Well, she did need to learn airbending. And get in touch with her spirituality and access the Avatar State.
"...are they like new sorts of powers?"
no subject
As for the powers...
Was that a subtle smile on his face?
"Unless something like us dwells within your own world...then yes."
He lowered his hand, curling his fingers slightly. Above it formed a small sphere, glowing white and growing larger by the moment, until it stopped at nearly the size of Korra herself.
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Korra flinched but tried to hold her ground, and not to summon up her own warning flame. Prima had been kind, and it didn't seem like an attack, just a demonstration.
"Is that...is that fire? Like a super white hot one or--?"
It didn't really look like fire, it looked like--energy. White energy. Didn't the stories say Avatar Aang's tattoos and eyes would glow white when he entered the Avatar State.
"--or is that--is that the Avatar--"
Korra shook her head.
"I doubt you've ever heard of it, but this sorta looks like something even I've only heard off--the Avatar State, where all the powers of the previous Avatars are used."
Korra shook her head again, kept her hands fisted at her side, though she was tempted to reach out and touch.
"What is it?"
She sensed nothing within that she could bend. So definitely not fire.