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Re/Aligned Mods ([personal profile] re_alignedmods) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm

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.))
militarybred: (dive dive dive)

[personal profile] militarybred 2012-06-23 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't know this place, it doesn't know what happened. All it can remember is trying to kill the humans as its master had ordered. There was no mounds of things beneath it, only a building, these things had not been there. The only thing that seems to be stopping the creature from lashing out even further is its master's presence - still the Driller's tentacles smash against the piles of junk as it wails, teeth spinning.

It isn't comfortable here, it feels vulnerable in such unfamiliar territory, and out in such an open place - surrounded by junk or not.

Eventually Shockwave seems to grow tired of the Driller's crying and shoots it look. That glance alone causes the creature to freeze, everything going quiet until the sound of its blades start up.

Without a word the Driller turns, looking over the piles of junk until it finds a spot it likes, and immediately dives into the junk disappearing into a hole.
invisiblepinkboat: (Feeling lucky? - trained spark)

[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2012-06-23 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Gaze bouncing between the hole the creature had made when it disappeared and the mech, Elita deliberates. That thing has enough weapons (the tentacles could obviously be used as such), to be a danger to... pretty much everything and everyone.

And for some reason, she feels a faint... disapproval over the creature drilling straight down into the planet. That just seemed rather... destructive, but then, the whole creature was obviously geared towards this.

Looks alone doesn't imply morality, ethics or faction - at least with a lack of a brand - but Elita is disinclined to reveal herself. Beside the fact that her military function is geared towards gathering information, she's quite convinced the mech himself won't be very... forthcoming.

And she has no backup.

What she needs to do, then, is simply get away undetected now that she has the chance to do so.