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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 lifted his other arm, the one he wasn't resting on, and circled his fingers. "Keep talking, skin job," he invited, switching to one of the other Earth languages in his codec-- German, this time. Farsi was next. "I'm not getting it yet." And then Japanese. "Any of this sounding familiar?"
ooc note: sorry if i mess up linguistics a lil'/i just know japanese writing does have kanji
She remembered his circling fingers--holy shit, the mech tank had fingers! Way different from the ones she'd seen in Hiroshi's secret lab.
"That--!" Korra startled, pointing, as the last thing he said sounded vaguely comprehensible but still off. "That's--what are you doing?" She deflated, tilting her head. Was she too far away to hear him right or something? Was the mech tank so damaged it was interfereing with the pilot's voice.
Carefully, Korra began to climb down the outcropping, toward the downed pilot in the mech tank.
Don't worry about it! I know very little myself, I'm just kinda winging it.
"All right, how about this?" he asked in standard Chinese. "Or this, is this better?" That time had been in Mandarin Chinese. "Does this ring a bell?" Cantonese.
[[OOC: So it turns out that 'Chinese' encompasses a lot of things, ahaha. Mandarin Chinese is probably a good choice as the analogue of what Korra speaks, but you're playing her, so ultimately it's up to you!]]
Re: korra refers to the middle mandarin chinese one
"--no, the one before, that one, that one was a good one--!"
Korra slid the rest of the way down the outcropping, the rock making a comfortable grinding sound as her feet hit more level ground. Even with the mecha tank down, she still looked slightly up.
"What were you doing with the weird talking thing? You weren't making any sense." Korra asked. "Was that Equalist code or something?" Then she remembered one of the White Lotus guards banging the old radio when it was acting up, despite an older guard's protests that he'll just break the thing. "Or was your radio acting odd--are you using a radio to talk--?" Korra thought it sounded like Hiroshi used a radio thing to talk from his tank, with the way his voice had echoed.
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"It's not a radio, it's my vocalizer," he said, "and I was just trying to figure out which language you were speaking." He gave his free hand a negligent little flip and glanced sidelong down at the squishy. "You Earthlings do seem to have a plethora of them, after all."
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And then there was--
"'Earthlings?'" Korra arched a brow, folding her arms. "Is that slang for earthbenders or something?" Korra had to admit, she still wasn't up to all the particulars of the lingo in Republic City. It had taken her a while to realize what those Triad thugs meant by 'fresh off the boat.'
Again she marveled at this particular tank--despite the damage, it still moved rather smoothly, like a real person.
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"Earthbenders? No, no, Earthlings." He waved his hand again, fingers fluttering. "You know, denizens of the planet earth. Humankind. Homo sapiens. Your particularly breed of organic life, squishy."
He knew he should be trying harder than this to be discrete, but it wasn't like his local camouflage hadn't been compromised already-- if it was still local at all, which he was starting to suspect wasn't the case. Even were he still on Earth, though, he was simply too tired to dissemble . Only a derided fraction of the skin jobs took stories of extraterrestrial contact seriously anyway.
[[OOC: I've got to call it a night on my end, I'm afraid. But leave a tag and I'll get back to responding in the morning!]]
OOC question--tag?
How do I leave a tag? What is that? ...Is that a reply? (I will be replying to your last thing!)
Re: OOC question--tag?
pm or email when you're back on the rp i guess? :)
"Uh...right," Korra said uncertainly, trying to drop the subject and get around to helping the pilot. He seemed like he wasn't going to attack, which was a good thing. Korra felt some of her confidence return.
"So, do you need any help? You sounded kinda hurt." Korra began to walk closer to the tank. She knocked experimentally against the metal, shaking off some of the dirt. "Are you stuck in there?"
I'm actually going to be on and off pretty intermittently for most of today...
The skin job actually had the temerity to reach out and rap on his plating? Knock Out flinched away, his pleasant expression twisting into a scowl. Still, he was gentle as he dropped his arm between the human and his plating and nudged her away with the door-panel plating on the limb.
"I doubt there's anything you could do for me," he said with a thin attempt at a smile. "All I, ah, appreciate the concern."
Not really, but he wasn't really in any position to alienate anyone right now, even an overly-curious little human.
Re: I'm actually going to be on and off pretty intermittently for most of today...
When she'd knocked on the metal, it hadn't sounded as hollow as she thought it would. But surely not all of it was hollowed out for the pilot, however would it walk, let alone fight?
The girl, blinked, again, as the Equalist pilot appreciated her concern. An Equalist!
Then Korra bit her lip. Was it an Equalist pilot in there? She'd only ever seen Equalists in the mech tanks, but theoretically others could pilot them. But Korra couldn't see how anyone else could have hands on that tech besides Hiroshi, unless there was another secret factory for mech tanks (superior ones, too), and that was a bit of a stretch. Right? Korra massaged her forehead, eyes closed. Like she was an expert on mech tanks or how technology really worked.
The girl shook herself, and tried again, this time keeping her distance from the tank. The pilot was still wary of her, clearly.
"Well, we don't know that for sure, do we?" Korra rested her arms on her hips, head tilted up. "Why don't you just come out of your tank and we'll see if there's anything I can do for you or not?"
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So finally he shrugged awkwardly. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he admitted.
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Korra took a breath, trying to calmly explain since the other guy probably needed calm. "Yeah, your, y'know, your mech tank--" Korra gestured, taking in the huge metal weapon. "--the mech tank you're piloting." Korra shrugged, her outstretched arms shifting as if she were measuring two options. "Granted, I've never seen a mech tank like this before with like real eyes and a mouth, but y'know, mech tanks probably come in different builds like Satomboiles do--"
Korra's eyes widened as she realized she was rambling, and she jerked into a stiff straight backed position, arms flat against her body. She coughed roughly into her fist.
"Anyway Sir, if you come out, I can help you...unless are you trapped? Can you not get out?"
The girl frowned. She had no water, she didn't see how fire could help, and the earth beneath her feet was actually sort of...odd. And forget about airbending.
Still, earthbending looked like the only thing for it right now.
"Look, I'm not much of a metalbender, but--" And slowly Korra bent up a small pillar of earth.
"--I can use earthbending to get you out. Reeeally carefully."
And then she let the pillar quickly drop and merge back with the relatively level plane. "Or if there's a specific thing I gotta to do to let you out of that mech tank, like flip a switch to let you out--just, y'know, instruct me."
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He could definitely manage a little curiosity when he got to lay back in the junk pile to listen to her speak. When the underlying assumption of her prattle finally became clear to him, though, he shot right back up, staring down at her incredulously.
"I get it! You think there's a skin job like you--" he said, talking heedlessly over her right up until the pillar of earth rose out of the ground beside her. He fell silent, staring with wide optics.
"Did you do that?" he asked, leaning forward intently. "That thing with the dirt?"
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"Uh, yeah, I'm an Earthbender...." Korra trailed off, feeling a sense of deja vu when they were talking about Earthlings. And she remembered that the guy was probably suffering a concussion or something, he was dealing with some serious delusions, gaps in memory.
Korra coughed, and explained in an overly formal voice. "As in, I can control the earth and make it do what I want."
She was about to show off her firebending when she remembered that the pilot had never seemed to recognize her as the Avatar, which could be because of the knock on the head he must've received when falling down. Probably would be best if she didn't advertise herself as the Avatar yet, not unless she had to use another type of bending.
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Had he been mistaken? Was this particular organic not a human after all? As far as he knew, telekinesis-- even limited telekinesis-- wasn't exactly a trait common to the kind he knew. She certainly looked like a typical skin job, though, so if it was a case of convergent evolution, it was an astonishing one.
But she was speaking an Earth language...
"I didn't think humans were equipped with abilities like that," he said slowly. "Certainly I've never seen anyone do anything like your, ah, earthbending."
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She froze when he spoke.
"Uh...'humans?'"
The girl finally threw up her arms, exasperated. "How hard did you hit your head? You're acting like you're not human too!"
(And the thought bit at the back of her mind--she was forgetting who was human back home, hadn't she? She hadn't thought of Tarrlok as human when she kept coming at him and never stopped, just saw an enemy that had to go. Amon terrified her, she thought he was a monster--but surely he ate under that mask. And he'd been right about some benders, like Tarrlok. And Hiroshi was Asami's father, and surely those other Equalists and even that Mustache Guy had some sort of family or friends too.)
"And you've never seen Ear--well, okay, if your head's that seriously scrambled, you probably forgot about that too. Or maybe you came from some backwards village, I don't know!"
Korra wanted to pull at her hair. She just wanted to be home with Naga right now.
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"Ah, but you see, that's the thing," he said, his voice lilting and singsongy. She may have been getting frustrated, but he was suddeny having a bit of fun. He straightened up a little tossing his head proudly and spreading his long-fingered hands across his chest. "I'm not human. Rather far from it, in fact~."
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The girl's eyes widened as the thought struck her. Super weird place, strange mech tank now claiming it had no human pilot and yet still talking on its own, claiming it wasn't human....
"--you, are you a spirit?"
Korra went over the stories she'd heard of spirits. Even in the Spirit World, she'd heard spirits could take on shapes familiar to the mortal plane, something as tame as monkeys or overly huge and nightmarish centipedes. This one could be a spirit somewhat in the shape of a mech tank, and with Fire Nation style armor. And the place was strange--could it be the Spirit World? She was supposed to be the bridge between the mortal and spirit worlds, had she finally made a connection?
Excitement rose up in her chest at the thought. If this tank had no human pilot, it had to be a spirit, what else could it be? And this place was foreign and didn't match descriptions of places she'd learned about in geography texts, it had to be the Spirt World, right?
But if she was in the Spirit World...her body really could be locked up somewhere in a cage by Tarrlok. Korra inwardly shuddered at the thought.
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But he'd stopped in the middle of what he was saying, hadn't he? He tried to cover the awkward pause with a chuckle. "Let's just say that I'm, oh, out of this world. ...Well, not this world, of course. Your world~."
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Korra remembered she should be respectful with spirits. Should she announce she was the Avatar? Y'know, bridge between mortal and spirit worlds...but she decided against it. The red metal spirit had never acknowledged her as such; Korra was a poor student for protocol, and had less idea what it would be for spirits, but the girl thought it might be best to assume that she should let the spirit recognize her title first, before she said it. Of course, maybe he didn't know--through no fault of his own, but more of because she sure as hell didn't look like the Avatar, now did she?
All this went through Korra's head very fast, as well as the observation that the spirit had paused, looking self-conscious for a moment. And Korra supposed he had reason to be; Korra didn't think it was so bad, he was still functional, and it even looked like a healthy coating of dirt, but she could get that it probably wasn't how spirits presented themselves (except probably forest spirits and such). While looking more closely at the grit on the spirit's red armor, Korra narrowed her eyes. She'd noticed something.
Eyes still narrowed, she glanced to the strange tattoo on her arm; then back to the spirit, where a similarly strange tattoo peeked out of the dirt, though Korra thought it was a different color, certainly not black ink.
The girl remembered the spirit had claimed to have never seen earthbending like that before; perhaps he was a young new spirit (likely, if he was based on the mech tanks, those were rather new), but either way, it was probably safe to assume he had no control over the earth, and couldn't get the dirt off that way. Oh, for him it would be just brushing himself off, and if Korra had to help, she had to bend to do that, he was too large otherwise--but for him, it would be just brushing himself off...except when it came to difficult-to-reach spots, and Korra was certain there would be those, the spirit was still roughly shaped like her, with two arms and legs and a waist and a chest, just, y'know, bigger. And made of metal.
And this was a spirit, Korra should be respectful to it.
Now she just had to find the best way to approach it.
"Hey, looks like you got this weird mark too," Korra started, gesturing to the one on her cut up arm, and then pointing to the mark that peeked out from the dirt on the spirit's body. She carefully moved her arms to bend, started to do it experimentally as she spoke, "Here, let me get some of the grit off, so we can get a better look--"
The dirt began to smoothly and gently arc away from the armor, some having to vibrate slightly to shake itself out of dents they were stuck in (and at that, Korra tried not to wince, just focused on trying to make the process as painless as possible).
"--and I can do the rest, if you'd like," she said, still bending slowly, not just out of a desire to do it right and painlessly, but also to make sure this was all right with the spirit.
All the dirt she bent off she carefully gathered into one pile, thinking this would also be a bendable source she should carry around, just in case, especially after the fiasco with the total lack of water. Even Lin's great mother, Toph, carried the earth with her in a bracelet given to her by Sokka--and special earth too, that of the heavens, or so the stories went.
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Frankly, he might not have noticed regardless. The glyph was half-covered in a smear of dirt, after all, and Knock Out was trying not to look too closely at his gouged-up plating anyway. Not until he could start to fix it, that's what he'd sworn to himself as he'd been bridged back to the Nemesis.
Well he wasn't on the Nemesis now, and finding himself on some alien planet with no idea how he'd arrived had actually been enough to bump his appearance down a couple of notches on his mental list of priorities.
He had to look at the mark now, though, and his eyes were wide in unmasked astonishment as she cleaned the grime off his arm without even touching it. "By the Allspark," he murmured. "That really is quite the trick you've got there, isn't it?" He looked down at her, his narrow-eyed expression thoughtful for a moment.
"And what's this, then?" he muttered, turning his attention to his arm. When she said 'weird mark', he'd assumed she meant some random configuration of scratches and scuffs that had some coincidental significance to her, but no. There was something on his plating.
There was something on his plating.
"Oh no, I don't think so," he said, his attention now wholly focused on the mar on his silver-gray arm. He scratched at it with a clawtip, but the paint didn't flake off as expected.
In fact, it didn't feel like paint at all. Attention focused wholly on his arm now, he swiped at the mark again, and again and again, his engine starting to rumble loud and hot in his chest as he ineffectually tried to claw the blemish off his arm...
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But her eyes turned worried when he started furiously scratching at the mark on his arm, an unnerving rumbling engine growing louder.
The girl shifted so that she could continue bending the dirt off him with one arm, while she raised up her marked arm. "Easy, I got the same mark too!" Then Korra remembered, and amended, "Well, not exactly the same, mine's black--"
But he kept clawing rapidly at his armor.
"Hey, c'mon, stop, you're just gonna leave more scratches--!"
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To have woken up with a stubborn glyph on his arm, a mystery that didn't even match what was left of his paint job?!
Unacceptable.
Rocking forward on to his knees, still ignoring Korra, he scrabbled through the junk until he came up with a loose handful of grit and metal shavings. He scrubbed them against his arm, heedless of the metal-on-metal shriek of the plating on his arm abrading away even further under the assault.
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