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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.))
oops I'm sorry for the TL;DR D:
First: check the self. No heartbeat, still, familiar enough, his cards still stored in his soul but much else... time eludes him. A flicker of it on the edges of his being he can feel, hook his fingers just into it enough to tell it to stop, but not enough to twist it, not enough to part the curtains of the future and see. Almost like being newly awakened as a Nobody, again (or was it asleep? The same thing, in his eyes, a card that read the same reversed as upright), with the feeling that he'd have to relearn all he'd discovered before.
Second: check memory. A futile effort, he knows, for he's seen time and time (ha!) again how fickle memory can be. What you remember is often a lie, and even those lies can sometimes become truth, if told long enough. He remembers...
Roxas. No... Sora. Sora fighting him, and Roxas just within, but their hands holding the same blade, both of them bound in fury, and not a single bit of hesitation. He knows they were not friends, that doesn't exist between nobodies, but there's still a... ...
It can't be a sense of betrayal, of course. To feel betrayed would require a heart. A... twinge. Of something. At the idea. Yes. But still. And he still doesn't understand why, why would Roxas choose a caged existence over gaining his own separate self? Or...
Or was it that the boy was betting on something else entirely? What cards had he held...? An ace up his sleeve? He hadn't had time to dwell on the thought. He'd raised his cards to protect himself, then darkness, then... this.
He sighs, exasperated. He notices that the Wheel of Fortune has already found its way into his fingers, and that his fingers had been idly twirling it the whole time. No.
He's not dead, that much is obvious. There's no afterlife for a Nobody, after all. So... another world. He couldn't have opened a Dark Corridor of his own volition, and besides which, this was no world he recognized. A new world.
"A mystery, then," he murmurs to himself. "A spin of the wheel, a gamble... hmm."
And then, one other thing. It's only just now that he notices it. He gently tugs at the sleeve of his coat, pulling it down just enough that he can see his bare shoulder.
Hmm. Another mystery. But again, not the first time... better to go into it with a positive outlook. A new deck of cards, a new game... only thing to do was to learn the rules. First things first: time to explore.
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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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Hello again
"Hi! Hey there!" He climbs the junk pile, trying to get to him. He's probably not a very welcome sight, although he doesn't know that. All that he knows is he woke up alone here, with no clue how he got here or how to get back to the Land of Departure. Finding Luxord seems like a lucky break and he's willing to embrace any good news. "Hey, do you know where we are?"
o boy here we go
"Roxas? What the devil are you wearing?"
Was this Roxas? He seemed too... cheerful. But it certainly wasn't Sora, either. He was going to chalk this up to time shenanigans, but it was disconcerting to be unable to figure out what kind of time displacement he was dealing with. Once again, it seemed his grasp of his own element had slipped.
"Anyway, I'm afraid I've no idea where we are. ... what's the last thing you recall, Roxas? I suspect we may be adrift in time, as well as space."
XD Poor Luxord. He's going to be SO confused
"I'm wearing my usual outfit." He replies, having nearly climbed to where Lux is. "What's wrong with it?"
Nope, he's definitely not Roxas. His hair style is slightly different and his hair in general seems a bit darker. Plus, there's the fact that he's smiling. Something Roxas rarely did, if ever.
"Well… That's a complicated question." Ven rubs the back of his head. The last thing he remembers consciously? He can easily tell Luxord that. The last thing his heart remembers? That's…he's still gleaming bits and pieces of the faded memories. "And I'm not Roxas. Not sure who he is either. I'm Ventus. Nice to meet you." He holds out a hand for Lux to shake.
luckily he's pretty used to stuff coming out of left field
Roxas, just how many clones do you have now? Four, at this point? Slow down, boy.
He shakes his head a bit. "My sincere and humble apologies, I mistook you for someone else. You bear an uncanny resemblance to an acquaintance of mine..."
And now, at last, he shakes Ventus' hand.
"Luxord. A pleasure, I'm certain."
probably helps that he's a Nobody
"Really? Weird. I've never heard that before." He figures that the momentary pause was just Luxord in shock and doesn't seem bothered by it.
"Luxord. That's a cool name." And you know what would be cooler? If he gave you a nickname. "So, Luxord, do you have any idea how we got here? You said something about time and space earlier." Which flew right over his head.
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He looks up at the sky. He has a few suspicions about that white rift in the sky, but there's no certainty at all.
"... I've not a clue, truly. There's a number of strange fellows about as well—giant robots, if you'd believe it."
He grins. "Just when you think you've seen every card in the universe's deck, she draws something new from the pile and proceeds to soundly trump you. A man needs to think on his feet, to win a game like that..."