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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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How many of them were there...?
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"Axiom Nexus was a place much like this one, with a rift that pulled in many individuals from varied worlds. The Cybertron it was on was far more progressed, but various 'copies' of people, so to speak, could exist among each other.
Including a version of you."
He paused briefly, watching the boy for confusion.
"I know it is a great deal to grasp, but I met him briefly before I left. So I have met 'you' before, but I am certainly not the Optimus you know."
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"Parallel universes." The theory's common enough, really, and he does have first-hand experience with worlds that are...almost identical. Though the Shadowzone didn't seem to have any...native...people. "How well did you know me?"
He'd like an idea, at least, so that if he's talking with someone he'd become as familiar with as the Optimus of his own world...
Deerrrrrrp Axiom feels so long ago now ...as was the start of this thread :x
"But I did not know that 'you' terribly well, I am afraid. He simply was not there long enough before we were finally released, and I had many other concerns."
He leaned in a fraction closer, trying not to crowd the small boy despite the sudden upwelling of obvious worry.
"Though I find it...strange that I have already encountered someone I knew from there, out of all the beings in the universe. Even if you are not the same individual. And this one so much less hospitable to human kind..."
That was a sudden, sharp concern. How would the young human survive here?
ONLY TWO MONTHS 9_9
"I can breathe, anyway. And that's a start - when Jack when to Cybertron, he had to go in a space suit."
ONLY two huh? @_@
"...I think we might have already noticed if you could not breathe here."
Though hopefully the different atmosphere and light has no lingering effects. Human young were notoriously fragile, even within their own earth environment.
"I am currently more concerned about fuel and medical care."
TWO AND A HALF?
To say the least.
"Ratchet's here. He's already helped me on Earth, when I got hurt really bad - I know he'll be able to help here. Fuel..."
Well, that.
That he doesn't know.
TWO AND THREE QUARTERS?
"...If your Ratchet is here, surely he will continue to assist in your survival. As will I."
......i c wut u did thar
"Thanks, Optimus. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you, too."
For all that it's worth...but if he can help the Autobots back home. Then surely there's something he can do here.
8)
And he truly would, aware that even a young human could be of help - especially one as versatile as Raf. He nods down at the small being, before standing back up carefully.
"Keep safe. I am going to continue my search here for others - contact me if you need any help."