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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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The massive mech's phrasing is...interesting, to say the least, and Optimus straightens up, giving him a questioning glance.
"It's beginning? Is this Cybertron still young, or has it been damaged?" It certainly looks that way, given their surroundings. But something else... A giant mech, there 'since the beginning'...?
"And...may I ask your name?"
no subject
...and I am Prima, Firstforged among the Thirteen."
He gives the title for context - and as a test, seeking recognition or reaction from the smaller mech.
no subject
"...I'm sorry, 'Prima'? The Prima?"
He was gawking, he knew it, but...
His world or not, the idea of legend standing in front of him was enough to get even Optimus Prime momentarily starstruck with awe.
no subject
It wasn't a question - only an acknowledgement. While some of his other kin may take it as reason to be proud, for Prima, it only suggested familiarity with a set of stories which...may or may not have been altogether true.
"You have me at a disadvantage."
Equal footing was, at least, a start.
no subject
He reset his optics, slowly shaking his helm, as though the massive figure in front of him might vanish with the motion.
"I am...Optimus Prime."
If 'Prima' was who he said he was...he's never felt such severe doubt when stating his own designation before.
no subject
Prima's gaze grew sharp, almost...critical, as he observed the mech.
"Optimus Prime," he repeated slowly, not judging, only...stating.
And then, after some pause for thought, he stated something else;
"You are not one of my fellow Firstforged."
It was practically demanding - asking, perhaps? for it was not so harsh as it could have been - an explanation.
no subject
"...Ah. Well no, of course not. The Firstforged are...legends, in my time. Half-forgotten legends at that, I am sorry to say."
Cautiously, Optimus rubbed a hand across his chin, briefly contemplating how to phrase it all despite his own awe at the surreal situation.
"I suppose the simplest explanation is that it is a title and position both, if one that is Primus-given."
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"I have heard of such legends before. Stories that we have supposedly written...and yet, not. Whatever you know may or may not be true, but I can tell you this; we have only just begun."
There was another pause; shorter, but one nonetheless as he decided how to handle this...situation.
"If Primus has seen fit to appoint you with the title, then I could do no less than welcome you." And trust that there were reasons, that further Primes had to be created in such a manner.
no subject
"It is an honor. I can't speak much on those exact reasons, given that even We do not know the entire story surrounding the creation of our title or the Matrix that grants it. Just that it is the position of the highest single leader of Cybertron."
The Senate Council and their folly be-damned.
He risks a slight smile, faceplates retreating to allow it to be shown plainly.
"But if what little I was able to read on you and your brethren is true, I have no doubts this is simply the beginning of something grand."
And Cybertron was. He misses it, despite its flaws and failings.
no subject
"Primus has tasked us to prepare Cybertron for His arrival," he explained, making a sweeping gesture with his hand. "If that is not grand, then I am afraid I do not know what is."
Prima is utterly serious.
And that is why he still wears the smile.
Fanboimus Prime
It so very much is, and Optimus' grin deepened even as he took on a hint of confusion.
"That would be the grandest purpose I could think of." It even faintly matched one of the many origin stories he had read, and it only fanned his excitement higher.
No matter how much of a hero Optimus Prime was to some, even Orion Pax had once had heroes of his own. And now, he was apparently living it.
"...But is that why we came here, through this 'Lambda'? Or are we simply a...accident, of sorts?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Optimus had been distracted before, by the revelation of Prima's name, but he still did not understand the phenomenon floating above their heads.
he's so cute
"Of sorts. The Lambda...was created in an effort to deny us progress, by Unicron himself." His hand raised, pointing at the white line. "He cannot enter here, without Primus' own presence; he can, however, still affect this dimension. The Lambda is a tear in space-time, through which many things fall through, ripped away from their rightful places...and only some are recognizable as 'friendly' in any way."
;3;
"...Oh. Is is...safe? And does that have something to do with the marks, then?" He gestures to his shoulder, where the glyph glows innocently enough.
"I certainly didn't have this on me before coming through...that."
GOD HELP ME I COULDN'T RESIST
Prima's tone suggested that there were other things that were - and it went without saying or implication that those would be what he would be better off focusing on. The glyph, however...
"There are those who come through the Lambda in the service of Unicron, whether or not they are aware of it. Those who are able to resist his power, however, bear a Mark such as yours - signifying that they are more than meets the eye. They establish a link between you, and one of us..."
Is that a smile?
"...and yours signifies a connection with myself."
LAWL
"...With you?"
Oh.
Oh my.
"What...does that mean?"
/tries to wind this up
What specifically that means, Prima did not elaborate upon. Instead, his gaze went back across the mound of scrap, the various figures crawling about it...
"If you wish, we will discuss this later. For now, I think it would be best if we gathered up the rest of them."
/GOES WITH THAT dear primus this thread
It takes a lot to stifle his disappointment, but Prima is right. Now isn't the best time. Nodding with respect, he moves off, back out into the junk-heap to search for others.