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Re/Aligned Mods ([personal profile] re_alignedmods) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm

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.))
patokichi: (Ah?!)

LMFFFAAOOOO oh my god

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-06-29 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
The mech watches with rapt attention as Luxord draws.

Wow, he's pretty good. Maybe almost as good as Drill Boy (no he's not). Either way, when it's finished he nods enthusiastically and then realizes-

"Ah! You speak Japanese?"

Somehow... right?
rotafortunae: (from blinding heights)

SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BARGLHdfj

[personal profile] rotafortunae 2012-07-06 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Luxord looks at the robot, then back to the paper, then back at the robot. It's pretty clear that the machine can READ whatever he wrote, but...

He scribbles down:

I don't speak whatever you speak, I just can read and write this way.

Nothing makes sense anymore, damn it.
patokichi: (W-wha?)

it's kkkkkkkkkk~!

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-07-08 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
A pause as he reads...

And then just. Gives Luxord a questioning look.

That doesn't make sense.

That doesn't make sense at all.

But nothing here really does, even if he feels like this may be some very elaborate joke. He looks for something large enough for him to write on.
rotafortunae: (from blinding heights)

[personal profile] rotafortunae 2012-07-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Luxord just sort of shrugs. Down the rabbit hole yet again, it seemed, everything topsy turvy. He gathered after a moment that the giant robot must be searching for something to write on, and so he too started looking.

Eventually, he came across a big sheet of more-or-less off-white metal, and what looked like a large stick (more like a log) that was charred at one end. He pointed enthusiastically at it. Maybe that wold do?
patokichi: (Always around to catch you)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-07-10 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Deckerd nods and gives a thumbs-up.

Yes. That will do perfectly. He wastes no time in quickly scrawling out in (incredibly neat handwriting), that he is looking for a child named Tomonaga Yuuta, that he has black hair and is about ten years old and wonders if Luxord has seen anyone like that.

He looks rather relieved to at least have some means of communication other than charades.
rotafortunae: (forget how to feel)

[personal profile] rotafortunae 2012-07-18 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs, and writes back:

Sorry, I've seen no one like that. But if I do, I'll let you know.