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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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It is very, very good, especially as McCrane is currently camping, shotgun at the ready, prepared to defend himself while considering every possible reason he could have gotten off of earth without remembering.
If he'd flown here, it would have been as Super Build Tiger, which would have meant that Power Joe and Dumpson were around. Having received no communications...that left that possibility out.
Alien interference was an option.
It had also been possible that J-Decker had flown them.
Any of those potentials should have indicated they were on a mission, and an important one, but then why was he here, alone?
At the sound of shifting rubble, he turned, leaving his contemplation in the dust for the much more pertinent action of aiming his shotgun at...
...a human.
Not at all what he'd expect.
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"Hardly a proper way to greet someone," he said, hoping this... whatever it was, could understand him. "And I'm not particularly in the mood for Russian Roulette either, if that's what you were proposing."
He dusted off his gloves. "Are you native to this world, or..?" To hell with protocol.
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He does not forget that.
However, this man doesn't seem to be intending any harm.
He's speaking english.
McCrane does not have that language update available to him. That is much more Gunmax's purview, and he'd not expected it to be a problem until now. The small amount that he can pick up...'someone,' 'and,' and 'Russian Roulette,' is not helping.
"Okay." He manages in English, still taut and ready for the worst to happen. He does not know enough to ask anything else, however, and so he continues in Japanese. "I'm not Russian, and I do not gamble. I just desire to know who you are and how you brought me here."
It is an assumption, but...it's as good as any other place to begin with.
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So, the language spell isn't working. Great. That's like starting a game without any chips to bet at all. Troubling. He sighs, and flicks his fingers, again tugging at the magic. He'd only put one of those speech spells down once, it was Zexion who was the spellmaster, not him, and...
Nothing. For that matter, none of the rest of his more standard arsenal either.
"Right," he said in English. "I have absolutely no idea what you just said."
He sort of pointed at his mouth and shook his head, hoping to convey I don't speak whatever that is that you're speaking there.
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Luxord's willingness to try communicating, however, is a good start.
McCrane tilted his head, and wracked his circuitry for everything that Gunmax had ever said in his presence.
"English only?" He managed in the other's language, and knew this wasn't going to be easy from here on out. Hm.
How did Gunmax say it?
"Okay.....baby."
Except not. That phrasing seemed wrong, somehow. Too informal, though...that was how English was, wasn't it? He didn't have considerable experience in that regard.
Either way, if machines could blush, McCrane would be giving it an Olympic try.
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He gave a bow, then pointed to himself. "Luxord."
He made a gesture at the machine. "And you...?"
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Luckily, the gesture that was made was universal enough that even his shoddy English didn't matter. However, he had no intention of letting go of his weapon long enough to mirror it.
So.
This was Luxord.
That was simple enough.
"McCrane," he replied...and to illustrate further, the long-arm of the crane swung around his shoulder from behind, resting there, the hook dangling.
This man, so far, did not seem like a threat.
Without taking his eyes off, or lowering his shotgun, McCrane cocked his head towards the glowing Glyph on his shoulder. If he had one...then it was likely someone else did, too. "You?" He asked, and hoped for the best.
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"Yes, me as well."
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"I don't speak much English, but I can understand a little," he said. "It is at least good to know that you're from earth."
If this human was here, though, that meant he had to have arrived from somewhere....and most of the English words he knew involved technology. "Spaceship?" He asked, pointing up toward the sky and tilting his head. It was possible that Luxord remembered more about his awakening than he did.
I... assume that last sentence was Japanese.
He could gather at least from the sentence that... something about an 'earth,' which seemed a place.
"What's 'earth'?"
Everything but 'spaceship!' I'll try to be more clear. x-x
"Earth..." he trailed off, surprised that a person could speak English and not know what earth was. Crouching, he found a dusty refrigerator, and traced an (admittedly large) picture of earth on it, continents and all.
"I was built on earth." He stated, slowly, in Japanese, but with 'Earth' in English, and looked to Luxord to go with one of the few other english words he knew. "You?"
Re: Everything but 'spaceship!' I'll try to be more clear. x-x
He managed to gather enough that the machine was asking where he was from, or something to that effect. He shook his head.
"Not Earth," he said. As for where he was actually from, well, he wasn't going to say a word on that. Let the other fellow think that it was too hard to explain through waving one's arms.
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This human, somehow, was really trying to tell McCrane that he wasn't from earth. Given the strangeness of his situation, this wasn't as odd as it might have been, but it was still highly unlikely. Could Luxord have been an alien?
Confusion was written all over his faceplates, and he shook his head--understanding, but not believing.
"Humans..." he said in Japanese, pointing at Luxord. "Are from Earth." A poke at the crude drawing. "How else do you speak English?"
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Luxord leaned over and dotted the sky around this Earth with smaller circles. Crude drawings of other worlds: Radiant Garden with its palace, Twilight Town with its clockwork belltower, Wonderland with its hedge maze... he left the others blank, figuring it illustrated the point well enough.
"Humans, humans, humans," he said, pointing to each one. And then, well, might as well provide the exceptions to the rules. He sketched in the Pridelands and Disney Castle. "Not humans, not humans."
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It was also completely boggling to McCrane. Humans were on more planets than one? And this human had gone to all these planets? The drawings of the worlds was perplexing enough to him, but it was possible that, wherever he was from, worlds were designated by the more prominent buildings on them. His world, in that case...
He drew Tokyo tower on top of his Earth, and peered toward Luxord to see if that made it more accessible for him.
Then, thinking one step further, he drew a small, blank circle with a question-mark in it, and pointed down to the ground they stood on. "What world is this?"
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"Shibuya?" he asked.
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He pointed at the tower again, and then at himself. "This is where I am from."
He drew a line from the tower to the planet he'd put the question mark in, indicating that that circle meant this world. "This is where we are." He gestured to the piles of junk.
Then he pointed to the question mark, and drew what he hoped looked like a pile of junk on top of it. His drawing skills were'd on par with Drill Boy's, but it would have to do.
"Do you know where we are, now?"
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"No, sorry," said Luxord. This wasn't any world known to him.
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So that meant this human, this alien human, was just as lost as he was. It also meant that he wasn't going to be getting any answers, here.
McCrane signed, and nodded.
He'd learned some things, but it wasn't enough to get him back home. "I should continue my investigation," he offered knowing that Luxord wouldn't particularly understand, but feeling stranger to say nothing at all.
Instead, he stared at the refrigerator, and pointed to the line that connected his Earth with this, garbage-filled world. "Not Spaceship," he said, in English, and looked back to see if Luxord had any idea how he'd gotten here, if not via ship. If not...then it was time for him to move on.
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There was no way in Shadow he was going to be able to explain Dark Corridors through pictograms, so he just shrugged.
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Considering his language again, he tried in english: "You okay?"
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"I'm fine, no need to worry yourself about me," he said, and then amended it with something a little simpler. "I'm okay."
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Then, he moved to continue on.
He would, however, glance back several times, just in case, still hesitant about leaving someone that he was coded to protect.
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Not finding you will make him more than a little bit perplexed.
However, there is nothing to do about it, so he'd log it for later questioning and continue on.