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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.))
Sword robros are go? (maybe Jack can hear him?)
Kind of like...the Red Rust.
...well, this was going to be hard to turn into a bright side.
He groaned, shifting the weight of his chassis, trying to summon the energy to move. If he was here, Ratchet was too. And maybe--maybe, the DJD.
'Rude awakening' didn't even begin to cover this.
Sword bros are definitely go!
"Anyone down there?"
Annie waking up (TLDR this post only)
Robin!
With a startled gasp, her eyes snap wide open as her whole form jerks in response to the jolt of alarm to darkness. Breathing the air more quickly in and out of her lungs for a brief moment, a whole thought finally crosses her mind. She is breathing. She knows she should not be alive, and yet, her senses are relaying information to her, her mind is turning, and her memories… Her memories are intact. She remembers Robin and those last moments of her existence being spent fighting with her creator to give Robin a chance to run. Annie had sacrificed herself to protect him and give him a few precious seconds to escape. Yet, he had watched her struggle instead.
Was he still even alive? Or had Clayface…
Dreading the answer to the question she cannot finish without feeling sickness in the pit of her stomach, Annie closes her eyes tight to focus and begins to drag herself up from her awkward and uncomfortable position. Drawing her arms back in against her sides first, she then rotates one leg to bend up and gets her shoe against the metal surface. With a press downwards through both arms, the young female pushes herself up slightly with her form trembling at the initial effort and draws her legs in one at a time to bend together to one side.
Annie looks around herself, and through the darkness, she notices some tiny points of light from above between the large metal sheets overhead. She had woken in a pocket beneath them, and quite suddenly, they begin to shift and move followed by a voice. The shifting of the panels destabilizes them however, and the pocket begins to shrink rather quickly. Letting out a startled yelp as one of the panels comes down to press against her back, she reaches to pull against the metal on which she is laying and kicks with her legs across the top of it to roll and drop off in order to get out from under the panel coming down.
Her landing below brings a rustle of items, the surface not solid like the one she had come from but made up of a lot of small objects. It is rather uncomfortable really, so she quickly pushes from it to sit herself up and look upwards to watch as the metal overhead is shifted away piece by piece.
What could be moving such huge sheets of metal?
You may also have some greenish blue deer
One thing for sure, this isn't a Medibay or a MARB.
But if he's been dumped here, half covered in junk, then maybe the others were, too.
"Ratchet? What happened?" He tries to roll to one side, stopping as something...moves. Something not Cybertronian. "What the...?"
((ooc: he's speaking Cybertronian at this point because he's not quite sure what he's seeing.))
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"Ratchet? Nah, I'm nothin' like the Doc. Just hold on, I'll get ya out."
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Listening to the voices filtering through the gaps between the metal above, Annie cannot understand the language they are speaking. She could say something, and probably should lest the metal come crashing down on her in the shifts, but...she cannot bring herself to try. She has no idea who or what is outside her junk cavern, and she isn't certain if she wants to find out. Perhaps they would lose interest and she could worm her way out later once they had moved on....
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"Stay back!" Drift scrambles back, trying to clear space between them. And stops, feeling something warm against his leg. Warmth that, you know, wasn't his oozing rusting systems.
He blinks, squinting down at the figure. Human? There weren't any humans on Messatine that he'd heard of. "K-konnichiwa?"
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"Easy there, buddy. I'm an Autobot. Unless ya got a thing against Autobots, we shouldn't have a problem."
His eyes trailed along Drift's line of sight towards his leg, perking an eyebrow.
"Somethin else down there?"
/derp! Please poke me next time I leave a tag waiting this long!
Gingerly, she tries to crawl over the rather strange surface below her to keep as quiet as she can, but the junk beneath her rustles under her weight.
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"We have a problem," Drift says, "two, really."
His range of movement is limited--the last thing he wants to do is damage the thing that looks like a human with a clumsy movement. But at the same time, he doesn't want to expose Wheeljack to this.
"You need to get away. And yes. I'm...not alone in here."
That came out sounding weird.
He tries cycling through several Earth languages. Maybe one will work. "Guten Tag. Bonjour. Hello. Anyonghaseyo."
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"Well it's not happenin', buddy. Now...let's see who else is down here..."