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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.))
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[personal profile] clay_doll 2012-06-30 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
In her short life, the largest creature she had ever met had been her own father. He had loomed over her, his hand more than sufficiently large enough to grab her by the whole head--and he had hunted her. The association of greater size as presenting as danger is a natural one for organics, and it had only been enforced for Annie. Most people had been taller than her in Gotham, true enough, but the only one that had ever cared about her had been Robin.

Only here in this new, strange place has she ever met anyone with such an obvious advantage to her that had not dismissed her presence or used that advantage against her.

When Nexus teases her gently, Annie bows her head forward further and glances down at her lap as she almost smiles with embarrassment, "...I-I guess so." Then looking up from beneath the edges of her bangs, softly she asks, "...do...do you know him?"

If the bot in front of her was familiar with him, he could provide her with some idea about the giant in the distance. She hopes to gain more information so that perhaps she could shake off the feeling of fear.
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[personal profile] nexicpolarity 2012-07-07 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a smile. Nexus is quite proud of himself for earning that! And from what he can tell, it's a smile that means the same thing...there was that one time he belatedly found out that it was an expression of fear, and wasn't that a mix-up...

Oh, right.

"We're pretty close," he admits. "Same mold, you could say. Doubt he'd like hearing you were afraid of him - it'd probably make him wonder what he could do to make you not, you know?"