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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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Kinda. Not exact.
"... Wheeljack? Or are you something along the lines of his long lost brother? The whole ... having a mouth thing is kind of throwing me off."
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"And what if I am? I'm the only Wheeljack I know of. Got a problem with that?"
What's this about a mouth? Doesn't everyone have one of those?
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Really, he wasn't going to
completelypick fights with everyone. He then folded his arms across his chest which was the least aggressive stance that Wheeljack was going to get from the seeker.no subject
Same with the Wrecker. At least not until he got to know them better. He'll definitely love to hear your name, at least.
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Oh, that one earned a glare along with a point from his finger.
"My name is Starscream -- the current leader of the Decepticons." As far as he still believed anyway. "Do not refer to me by that term again or I will blast you into atoms, understand?!"
He straightened up slightly after his little blow up. "You may, however, refer to me as Lord Starscream or anything along those lines."
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You're Starscream?
HA!!"
Don't mind his laughing, he just hadn't heard anything this funny since-
Wait, scratch that.
Lord?
"In your dreams, sunshine."
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He didn't get it. People should tremble in his presence! Not mock him. Only he was allowed to do that to other people.
The seeker finally snapped at the sunshine comment and threw his hands up in the air in an annoyed flail.
"Stop with the nicknames already! I have had enough of this."
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"Cause I just know the real Starscream. And you are the worst impression of him I've ever heard."
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"I am the real Starscream, you imbecile. I don't know who you've been speaking with to think otherwise. But I am the only one."
Who cares if there was the possibility of other universes being out there.
There can be only one Starscream.
He would make sure of that.
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"Real, huh? You got no idea what I would give to see you and Heels duke it out."
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He just stares blankly for a moment.
"Are you trying to tell me that you know a Starscream who looks like a girl?"
Because this Starscream mostly just knows about human society based upon the internet.
And that certainly sounds like a girl description.
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I guess you could say he fits that description."
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He knew no other version of himself could ever look as awesomely handsome as he did.
But still.
"Any other sort of pieces to that description so I know who to shoot on sight?"
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"Let's see. He's gun metal gray. Red horn right here-"
He gives an upwards swipe by his helm.
"-glowing red eyes, thin body...giant wings."
He mused over his description for a second.
"I think that about covers it."
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"So what you're trying to tell me is ..."
And it was really hard to keep a straight face while he was talking. Really, really hard.
"-- that my alternate from your universe resembles a giant bird?"