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re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm
re_alignedmods) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm
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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Before realizing they were already on him. That was odd, he didn't sleep with his glasses, and what was he feeling-
Blinking, he turned his head to the side, looking at what his hand had picked up. Some sort of... spongy plant? That was definitely not something he recognized. Making a face, he sat up, adjusting his glasses as he did. Dizzy, he felt even more confused as he took a look around.
...this had to be a dream. Dreams...felt real while you were in them, right? So the whole feel of stuff digging in to his pants was completely normal, the air that seemed just a little too hard to breathe was normal, the whole...everything.
"...hello?"
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Whatever, Wheeljack really shouldn't complain, because it's someone he knows. Briefly. Maybe he said hi once.
No matter the reason, he had to speak up to get Raf's attention.
"Hey kid."
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"...Wheeljack?"
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He knelt down to get a closer look at him, because Primus, Raf, you're tiny. There's plenty of questions he could ask, but he'll start off simple.
"Long time no see."
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"Yeah-! Do you have any idea what's going on?"
Because dream or not, this is utterly out of his experience.
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"Not a clue. Seems we're on some intergalactic plane. Kinda surprised you're still standin', kid. Didn't think you could survive in environments like this without some kinda equipment."
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He frowns, worry showing through. But at least he has someone he knows, here. And it doesn't hurt that they're more than capable of defending themselves.
(And him.)
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"Let's see what this gem has to offer, kiddo. Maybe we'll run into Bee."
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"I thought I heard some other voices, but I haven't recognized them." And Bee doesn't exactly sound like most, but...the mention has him hopeful.
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Thankfully, he noticed the kid and manages to stop in time. Sadly, the pile under his wheels crumbled down due to the sudden movement movement and Blurr pretty much landed on his faceplate.
So much for a good impression.]
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if it's any consolation, Blurr - he trips as well, through not quite so awkwardly as the other mech's. he does turn around in time to catch it, but skitters back a bit more - better safer than sorry, right?]
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It's little, like a human. It looks squishy, like a human. And it's staring at him like he's some sort of monster, like humans do.]
Whatareyoudoinghere?
[It doesn't matter that Blurr is not exactly sure where 'here' is at the moment. He doesn't sound hostile, just curious and a bit wary. His encounters with humans so far were less than stellar, who knows if this one will try to control him too or something.]
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blink.
blink.]
I'm not really sure?
[at least he seems friendly! and is that an Autobot symbol Raf spies?]
Are you with the Autobots?
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Oh so you know the autobots, good.]
Thatscorrect! I am Agent Blurr member of the Elite Guard a intelligence gathering body that exists within the Autobot fraction. [He pulls out what looks to be like a mini screen, showing his logo and badge. He's so happy he still have it on him.]
It's my job to tell teh council that the Decepticons are preparing to launch an attack on Cybertron as well as help the to find the double agent on Earth that is currently in Cybertron and hopes to overthrow it UN-FOR-TU-NA-TE-LY- I was caught off guard by Shockwave who was using the disguise of Logarm prime to infiltrate our ranks and he...he...[He puts the badge away and looks worried.] ...the last thing I remember was him trapping me between two moving walls in the corridors of the base and I swear I didn't make it soImreallyconfusedashowIarrivedhereandwhathappenedbecauseIreallythoughtmysparkwasextinguished.
[Enjoy that cascade of BLAH, Raf. Long story short: he's one of the good guys and he got (nearly) killed.]
gah! missed this
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Raf only understood about half of that.]
Wait, isn't Optimus the only Prime? There's a double-agent?
It's okay, no rush~
That's fine, Blurr's used to repeat himself.]
No, of course he's not the only one there's Sentinel Prime Rodimus Prime Longarm Prime ...ah...perhaps Longarm Prime is no more. The last time I saw sir Optimus Prime was right before I got transwarped with Thundercracker and the cowardly clone of Starscream, Skywarp is his name I be-li-e-ve, and now it's of extreme urgency that I find Ultra Magnus to tell him about the spy Shockwave.
Tell me do you have a place to hide or something like that is dangerous for you to be out alone.
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I have a few friends here. They're not that far. Ratchet, and Wheeljack...
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More important than that... there were humans. Living ones. Breathing ones. Four was not distrustful by nature, but he was cautious. He kept that in mind as he spied a human child as he was scuttling from one cover to the next. It was a terrifying feeling to be torn between his instinct to survive, and his desire to inspect and catalogue everything he came across. On the one hand, this human could be dangerous, on the other... he was a human.
Humans died off years ago, Four knew because he had seen it, and he remembered it so well. Their bodies littered the streets, and Four had plenty of time to examine them at his own leisure. He wanted to run up to the child and check to see FOR SURE that he was actually there. The world Four lived in was dead and barren, no life existed there, not even plants. To finally see life with his very own optics? This was a gift he never would have imagined for himself, if only Three were here.
He hid behind a chunk of metal, watching everything this human did, and trying not to draw any attention to himself.
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"I can't believe it! My laptop, here!"
There was his login and everything, and- from what he could tell, all the files were current. The battery was only about half, but the fact that it was here at all was astounding. Especially no worse for the wear.
It was practically in better condition than he was.
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Curiosity finally triumphed over caution, and Four crept closer, trying to stay out of sight, but trying to keep Raf in sight at the same time. When he was a mere five feet away, he finally stopped, tiny optics peering at the child over a chunk of metal. His eyes flicker and click, sounding much like a camera shutter. If Raf were to notice it and glance over to the right a bit, he may be able to spot his little spy.
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...sight.
That was an awfully small mech. His start of surprise was aborted for simply peering at the little figure.
"Uh...hi?"
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Slowly he scuttled out from behind the piece of junk he had been hiding behind, and took a few steps in Raf's direction, his body language similar to that of a curious, but wary animal. His eyes click again as he stops out of reach from the human, and balanced on his toes as if this could somehow get him closer... without actually getting any closer.
Curious...
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Unless it was hiding a maw of sharp teeth and happened to eat metal, Raf couldn't see any reason to try and scare it.
He carefully lowered the laptop back on his lap, offering what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Hey there, little guy. I'm not gonna hurt you..."
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So he took a few steps closer, tilting his head side to side as if trying to figure Raf out. Maybe if he got close enough, he could examine the human?
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To say Raf was curious as well was an understatement.
After a moment, he slowly lowered a hand to the ground, palm open. You could climb on him, if you wanted...