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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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He was further cheered by the sudden acquisition of an acolyte. Maybe this Liege character wasn't so undesirable after all. He could excuse the rough handling in exchange for a staff member. "That is much appreciated. I can work much more efficiently with an errand mech."
Drift's question made him frown and glance down at his wrists, replaying the awful moment when a sword descended upon him from above and sliced his hands clean off.
"A maniac with a sword tried to end my life," he replied eventually.
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Well.
Minus the 'loosing his hands' part.
"It is an occupation. And if you could not guess my occupation by looking around, perhaps the rust has ruined your optics completely." There is a bit of ire in the words, but he's also not discounting the possibility that it might be true.
He nodded to the acolyte, who produced a pair of cubes and set them down on the nearest table, conveying instructions to the drone to obey this pair and report their every action to him.
The mention of a maniac with a sword does have him looking over Drift a little more intently, though, slowly starting to piece the echoes he'd been getting from Pharma with the words that he said.
"I'll leave you three to get acquainted, shall I?"
this is why I should not tag so late
Drift tilts his head. "You were at Delphi. With the Red Rust. And those," he points to the cuts on the other's chassis, "you'd just gotten from the 3M mechs."
He shakes his head. "But I was the only one with a sword."
Puzzling. Very, very puzzling. If Pharma's waiting for the lightbulb to go off....he can keep waiting.
Because, clearly, someone must have snatched one of his blades from him after he'd passed out.
Drift hunches his shoulders under Liege's sarcasm. How's he supposed to know? Not a lot of priests, or really, anythings down in the gutters, so his knowledge of peacetime occupations is pretty limited.
"But I thought guessing science would be too easy." You know. Kind of weird to make 'let's play a secret mystery guessing game' when you're standing in the middle of the answer.
Unless your purview is 'the worst guessing-game-maker ever' which would mean, compared to Vector Prime, you kind of got shortchanged, Liege. Which might explain your grumpiness, come to think of it.
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....He was going to have to allow the samurai to hand feed him. Was there an indignity left that he had not suffered? The jet medic quickly decided to ignore the cube until he was absolutely going to pass out from lack of fuel.
"Please, let us not speak of Delphi. Not now. It's too fresh," he responded, making sure his expression was appropriately pained.
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All in all it wasn't bad, though he swore he was going to take a long, hot shower in his personal washroom before he returned to the junk pile to help his brethren clean up.
He would speak to Pharma, later.
Alone.
And find out the truth.
Until then, he considered the matter closed. "Do not track rust into my hallways, if you leave," he offered, as his only goodbye.
Then, he was gone.
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"I'm sorry for bringing it up. I forget, you know, medics. You're not used to front line stuff."
It must have been a terrible shock, Delphi taken over, even if for a bit. Sensitivity was important. Drift will up the sensitivity. Poor Pharma.
"I'll make sure nothing like that happens here. You can trust me. I'll keep you safe."
....what was wrong with 'science'? Okay, it was a wrong guess, but Liege seemed kind of insulted by it. Right. He needs to start collecting clues. What did he know about Liege? Big lab, doesn't seem to like wrong guesses, or rust. Hm. This was tough.