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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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"Built us? That's like asking who built you. We're-pfff. Nevermind that, it'll take too long." Ratchet huffs and cuts himself off there, both because of time constraints, and because explaining Cybertronian biology and engineering to a (still possibly hostile) human isn't something he wants to do at the moment. Knowledge is power, and if you can build something, well. You can take it apart.
And his memories of MECH and their experimentation are still quite fresh.
"For now, let's stick to the basics. My designation is Ratchet and I'm the Chief Medical Officer of the Autobot army. As for how I work... well, that depends on what the slagheads under my care have gotten themselves into time after time. Usually it's under pressure and with far too few materials."
While he's insulting his comrades, it's also obvious from his expression that he does care about them.
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"Racket? Well, fine, Racket," he says. "You're an engineer. I get that. What are you doing here? More importantly, what am I doing here? I have a city to rule!"
And that's way more important than flapping his gums at a rude robot.
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He glowers, but not directly in Megamind's direction. This whole "kidnapped into what looks like primordial Cybertron" thing is really getting on his nerves.
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He ponder this for a moment, tapping his chin as he thought on it.
"Or simply skip all that effort and demand to be sent him, and cow him with my obvious might. Yes, that's more straight forward. Faster."
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He does agree with the idea that their captor must be extremely powerful... if there is a captor at all. Squinting up at the sky, he asks, "What will you do if there is no captor, though? For all we know, this is a space bridge attempt gone wrong that just happened to grab us all at random."
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Yes, the angry blue man is totally going to handle this. You watch. Maybe with popcorn if you need that with your comedy.
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"I suppose if you say so, I have no other recourse but to believe you on that one."
It is very obvious that he does not, in fact, believe Megamind at all.
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He keeps marching on. "Well, very well then! Follow me if you want to escape this dump." Or don't. Megamind doesn't particularly car. He's going to go yell at someone until they comply with his demands. Possibly threaten them.
IT should go exactly how Prowl thinks it will go.
Prowl?
Ratchet watches Megamind march off, but decides, in the end, that searching for other comrades is more important than following an overconfident blue human around. He has to meet up with Raf and Wheeljack at a certain point, after all.
"Well good luck with your efforts, Megamind! Perhaps we'll meet again."
.... self-referential weirdness there, brain fart. :|
It's best not to ask hoe badly he mangled the pronunciation of the word tomfoolery, okay?