re_alignment_logs | 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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The head and the coloration are throwing Ratchet off, okay? He thought humans only came in shades of pale to tan, not blue.

"Villainy?" Ratchet frowns and lowers his arms, setting them on his hips like a parent about to scold a child. "And for your information, I am not a robot. I am a Cybertronian -- an autonomous, sentient robotic being. Obedience isn't my style."

The human's name reminds him a bit too much of Megatron's... he's starting to feel unsure of whether or not he wants to help it.

If Megamind knew he was being compared to the premier villain of the Cybertronian universe... he'd be very flattered. He might even preen. As it is, he's looking at Ratchet with a new interest; a little less open hostility, now, and more wonder.

"Autonomous sentient robots? You don't say-- who is your creator?" Megamind asks, as the muzzle of the gun dips and wavers, before he finally holsters it. "Who built you? I'd very much like to meet them! I have extensive work in robotics, but never have I seen something so sophisticated. Even my brainbots don't compare!"

He springs away from the car he had been found int, and instead found the tallened bit of trash he could climb up with any degree of safety, and tried to get higher, to see the robot better, to address him properly.

"What is your designation? Your purpose? Quick, quick, don't dawdle! I want to know how you work!"

When Megamind holsters his gun, Ratchet relaxes. It hadn't looked all that dangerous, but you never could tell.

"Built us? That's like asking who built you. We're-pfff. Nevermind that, it'll take too long." Ratchet huffs and cuts himself off there, both because of time constraints, and because explaining Cybertronian biology and engineering to a (still possibly hostile) human isn't something he wants to do at the moment. Knowledge is power, and if you can build something, well. You can take it apart.

And his memories of MECH and their experimentation are still quite fresh.

"For now, let's stick to the basics. My designation is Ratchet and I'm the Chief Medical Officer of the Autobot army. As for how I work... well, that depends on what the slagheads under my care have gotten themselves into time after time. Usually it's under pressure and with far too few materials."

While he's insulting his comrades, it's also obvious from his expression that he does care about them.

Well, that'd matter to anybody who isn't Megamind. He doesn't care about the robot's comrades-- they're inconsequential! Connections are for people who aren't supervillains. Megmaind is, after all, the premier supervillain for Metro City, and he has Minion and nobody else... and that relationship definitely isn't one of equals.

"Racket? Well, fine, Racket," he says. "You're an engineer. I get that. What are you doing here? More importantly, what am I doing here? I have a city to rule!"

And that's way more important than flapping his gums at a rude robot.

"Not Racket. Ratchet." What was it with people calling him everything but his name recently? First Wheeljack, now this one. "And I've got just as much of an idea as to why we're here as you do. I just woke up here randomly a couple breems ago without any idea of how or why."

He glowers, but not directly in Megamind's direction. This whole "kidnapped into what looks like primordial Cybertron" thing is really getting on his nerves.

"Yes, yes, Racket," Megamind waves a hand with some irritation, ignoring the the robot's correction. "Well, that's no good. What use is a giant robot if you can kidnap it? Our captor must be a being of immense power! I should fine him, ally with him, betray him and take his stuff, maybe!"

He ponder this for a moment, tapping his chin as he thought on it.

"Or simply skip all that effort and demand to be sent him, and cow him with my obvious might. Yes, that's more straight forward. Faster."

Ratchet snorts. "If you can't even pronounce my name properly, I'm doubtful you could muster the power to cow a bovine, nevermind a being with enough power to transport the lot of us here."

He does agree with the idea that their captor must be extremely powerful... if there is a captor at all. Squinting up at the sky, he asks, "What will you do if there is no captor, though? For all we know, this is a space bridge attempt gone wrong that just happened to grab us all at random."

"I said Racket! Now shh!" He doesn't seem to know or care that it isn't right, and just marches onward into the heap. "You do not know my might! Or how powerful I am! I can totally handle this."

Yes, the angry blue man is totally going to handle this. You watch. Maybe with popcorn if you need that with your comedy.

With a great heave of a sigh, Ratchet decides to drop the name thing.

"I suppose if you say so, I have no other recourse but to believe you on that one."

It is very obvious that he does not, in fact, believe Megamind at all.

Megamind seems oblivious to sarcasm. Or maybe it's impervious.

He keeps marching on. "Well, very well then! Follow me if you want to escape this dump." Or don't. Megamind doesn't particularly car. He's going to go yell at someone until they comply with his demands. Possibly threaten them.

IT should go exactly how Prowl thinks it will go.

"I... hmm."

Ratchet watches Megamind march off, but decides, in the end, that searching for other comrades is more important than following an overconfident blue human around. He has to meet up with Raf and Wheeljack at a certain point, after all.

"Well good luck with your efforts, Megamind! Perhaps we'll meet again."

"I hope not!" Megamind calls back, giving a flippant wave of his hand as he marched onward toward the light. "I'm a very busy man and I don't have time for this sort of tomfoolery!"

It's best not to ask hoe badly he mangled the pronunciation of the word tomfoolery, okay?

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Prowl?

.... self-referential weirdness there, brain fart. :|