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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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Solus simply shrugged. She wasn't one to question the seemingly strange ways of their Creator. If he wanted to send them examples of life from across time and the multiverse, clearly he wanted their input to effect their new world.
"As of yet, no. There is no known way for you to return. However, those of you whom are marked are welcome within the temples of your patrons. As you are one of mine, you are welcome to reside within my own, and you will find fuel and shelter there." She smiled faintly, pulling out a small comm device and offering it to Elita.
"We have a network set up for communication. You can use this to communicate, or download the program contained within to modify your own systems for use without it. The choice is yours."
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She nods, slightly grimly, at the confirmation that there's no way to return yet; she'd suspected as much.
"Ah... thank you," Elita said with a nod, both for the offer and the comm device. She took it, and after only a moment of thought, weighing the possible pros and cons, she simply linked to it and downloaded the program. She already had a perfectly capable comm system on her own, so why complicate things.
And if the program was harmful in any way... Well, she was sure if the Prime wished her harm, there were other ways she could more easily do so.
"I had wondered, so I'm... relieved, there's somewhere safe to stay already. Where is it from here, if I still want to look around?" She wanted to get her bearings, especially around the area she'd, apparently, be staying for the forseeable future. She was, however, also still hoping to find anyone from the Graviton.
It seemed less likely as time went by, but she'd not give up so easily. Maybe she'd even ask over the available network and continue to keep an optic out on it if she didn't get any hit immediately.
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"As one of my Marked, you are welcome to come and go as you like. You can travel over land, or through the tunnels that start at the second location. They tunnels are swifter, and safer than traveling above. And do mind the signs."
Or you could get lost for ages.
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"All right. Thank you," Elita said, first looking up at Solus and then dipping her helm in something between a nod and a polite near-bow. "I think I want to look around more first before... But thank you for speaking to me." What she actually wnated to do, beside getting a good idea of at least part of the junk pile and the area around the Prime's temple, was trying to find Grim.
Or Magnus... or the others. Anyone. But her own normal comm. line frequencies were still quiet, and the few things on this network revealed nothing and nobody that she directly wanted.
With a final nod to the Firstforged, Elita wandered determindedly off, working vaguely towards Solus' temple, if more southwards.