OPENING LOG: Awakening

[re_alignedmods]

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.

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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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[wakizashi_straight]

Noisy Boy's optics flicker a few times before settling into a bright, steady yellow. The sensation of falling wasn't particularly normal, but he had felt it before - weightlessness as he was thrown to one side of the ring or the other. This wasn't quite the same, of course, but he recalled it as the last thing before coming back online in this... this... where is this. He twists, planting his arms to push himself to his feet.

Once he steadies himself he finally gets the chance to look around... only to slump slightly. Oh, no. His handler couldn't have fixed him up just to decide to dump him anyway. He's not ready to go. Charlie obviously hadn't been ready to let him go either. And Max... the tiny human had liked him, he thought. So who would leave him here? Without taking out his voice control at least, anyway; he can feel a foreign object that he can only assume is the headset wrapped around his neck.

Finally, he looks up the pile of wreckage, pistons groaning smoothly for once. Then, he starts a slow climb to the top. Whether or not he's been consigned to the scrapheap, his batteries still have power. He's going to find some answers, if he can. Starting with how this place looks from higher up.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

It looks like Wheeljack and Noisy Boy had the same idea, as the first thing the Wrecker sees when he reaches the top of the pile of wreckage is the boxing robot. In fact, Wheeljack almost misses him, stepping back slightly when he catches a glimpse of the yellow lighting. He had to admit, there was nothing quite like you that he'd ever seen before...

"Huh, guess I'm not alone on this rock heap after all."

[wakizashi_straight]

Noisy Boy looks up... and up at the other bot. He knows exactly how tall he is, and you. You are not regulation height for a boxing bot. Awful lot of embellishments, too... though he realizes that even a few WRB bots have some additions that aren't strictly useful in combat. Still. Fins on the sides of the head are a new one on him.

He relaxes his stance slightly - as much as he usually does, anyway - and cocks his head. He's glad to not be alone, sure. And this means that's not the only functional robot in this scrapheap. But... what are you?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

The slight tilt of the smaller bot's head was enough to convince Wheeljack that it was surprised by his presence. Not that many weren't in awe of his arrival. He tilted his head in unison, matching the WRB bot's curiosity.

"Pretty small for Cybertronian, aren't ya? Or are ya manmade?"

[wakizashi_straight]

Hey now, he's the one most people are in awe of.

Cyberwhatnow? The first question earns even more of a tilt of Noisy's head. The second... he straightens up slightly and offers a single nod. Though it seems an odd question to him. All bots are manmade, to his knowledge.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

It answered his question. That meant sentience, right? He wasn't too up on robotics, because...it was an odd subject, being autonomous robotic, and all. But still...

"You can understand me? Didn't think humans had it in them to get this far."

[wakizashi_straight]

Some amount of sentience, anyway. Not that his creator or any of his handlers had seemed to notice. He could only guess they thought the bots were programmed for the footwork they used in the ring. To take note of the crowds.

He nods again.

[docbot]

A while after meeting Wheeljack, Noisy Boy might see yet another huge robot in the distance -- this one white with what he might recognize as "hospital insignias" on itself. Whether he chooses to say hello or not, Ratchet is going to continue walking around, trying to scout the area as carefully and quickly as he can before checking in with Wheeljack again. He's on a bit of a hair trigger, with his knife unsheathed for defense, but he's not high-strung enough that he'll just punch random strangers popping up...

[wakizashi_straight]

Another one. Same sort of make. Same designer, maybe? Something to consider, anyway. He's gotten a good look at the sky by now, and knows that it's wrong. That's all he can figure out, for now. It's wrong. But that means he's not been dumped in Metal Valley like those that came before him. Charlie Kenton didn't give up on him and... and he needs someone to help find him. Or at least some company that might know what's going on better than he does. Someone else has to be able to recognize this place, right?

Noisy Boy is hardly a subtle bot, making a bee-line straight across the piles, leaping between them when he has to. Ratchet is going to find a somewhat wary purple-and-yellow bot approaching him very soon.

[docbot]

When Ratchet notices the bot approaching him, he freezes. That shade of purple is, after all, quite Decepticon in nature. Upon closer examination, though, he realizes that this can't be a Con, not with the very human writing flickering across his plating.

He relaxes, lowering his blade-arm (although not sheathing it quite yet) and waving at the newcomer.

"Hey! Over here!"

[wakizashi_straight]

When the larger bot freezes, Noisy Boy halts in return, looking to the bladed arm. That is a non-regulation upgrade that would disallow a bot from entering League competitions. Then again, his height is enough of a disqualification as it is.

Once he gets that wave - a human gesture that he recognizes - he walks up the rest of the way, raising his own forearm in greeting, LED screens flickering to a different pair of kanji in the meantime.

[docbot]

Ratchet tips his head as the bot approaches. His design is quite foreign, what with his small stature and his blinking language decals, and the fact that he hadn't spoken in reply is also odd.

"Ah... do you know what's going on around here?"

With his alien nature... maybe he's a native of this place?

[wakizashi_straight]

Noisy Boy is not much for communicating on even a good day, really - normally when he's online somewhere, he's there to box, not talk. But considering the circumstances... it seemed prudent to try. Not that it would allow speaking in the way humans do.

Like these bots do. Odd.

He shakes his head slowly, pistons whirring in the closest he gets to speech... though there's a slight grinding noise at the end of the motion.

[engrishdetective]

On his search to hopefully find someone familiar looking, Gunmax does take pause since from the back and from the distance, he almost was inclined to say this guy looked like Shadowmaru. But the build seems more like Dumpson. So really, who the heck is this bot?

Gunmax slows down on his motorcycle, putting his feet down as he peers over the robot. Then he lifts his hand.

"Yo, big guy," he calls out, mostly in Japanese. "You look like you're as lost as I am."

[wakizashi_straight]

Noisy Boy has seen a lot of bots do a lot of things. This is the first time he's ever seen one riding a vehicle. He takes a wary half-step back, though he doesn't move into defensive stance. Instead he simply tilts his head slightly to the side.

Most of what was said by the other bot - fashioned to look like police, though that wasn't an odd look to be given, really - was lost on him. Bailey had switched his language settings to English. Though... he still recognizes it. His creator had used the same language during his original tour in America.

The gesture, on the other hand, is obvious. He raises one forearm as greeting in return.

[engrishdetective]

Interesting reaction. The robot's design looks Japanese, and the writing spells out Noisy Boy. Hm.

Gunmax parks his motorcycle and stands off of his vehicle; he approaches him slowly.

"Noisy Boy," he states, pointing at his chest. "Is that a name?"

He pauses, hesitating. Then he tries again in English. "Is that your name?"

[wakizashi_straight]

He's unmoved by the Japanese, unfortunately. It sounds familiar but foreign, a jumble of syllables he can't parse... but knows he can, sometimes.

Frustrating.

The English, though, that he knows. Top Salvo. He nods firmly, once. He knew enough of his own body - from overheard radio broadcasts - to know that much.

[engrishdetective]

All right, so Japanese in design, but uploaded with English language. Interesting. If they run into McCrane again, he'll have some translating to do.

"My name is Gunmax." Gunmax folds his arms. "Can you talk?"

[wakizashi_straight]

Gunmax. Not a bad name. Better than poor Blac Jac at least. Could lend itself to firearm-related titles.

Noisy Boy shakes his head then, pistons whining slightly in protest of overuse.

[raceme]

[Noisy boy might notice another blue robot (albeit a much lighter shade of blue) running up a mountain of scrap metal to get to the top as well. And running at an insane fast pace, at that.]

[wakizashi_straight]

[That amount of speed is against WRB regulations. At the very least it's probably hazardous, especially with the amount of potential obstacles. For a few moments he simply watches Blurr, before deciding to wave one arm in warning.

Hey! You're against regulations! And potentially dangerous to yourself!]

[raceme]

[It's more dangerous for Blurr than anybody else and it's hard to run that fast over all that scrap metal but he has good control of his legs.

When he sees the arm wave and the big robot he stop intermediately. His speed matrix is designed to reach maximum speed in less than three nanoseconds and stop on a microchip without consequences (unless he's goign extremely fast) so there he is standing in front of Noisy Boy.]

Greetings sir I'm Blurr do you happen to know, if you don't mind me asking, where are we or HOW we arrived here?

[wakizashi_straight]

[Noisy Boy takes a startled half-step back when the other bot changes directions and heads right for him. High-speed full-body collisions are definitely against regulations. At least the other bot comes to a stop before anything happens. Though he considers that his creator would love to see the bot's design plans.

And this one - Blurr, was it? Appropriate choice - talks too. Very fast. He does try to keep up, but gets lost about halfway through the sentence. It's a question, though. Maybe. He thinks. Noisy Boy simply tilts his head, pistons whining inquery in return.]

[raceme]

[Blurr doesn't enjoy hitting things. He has a very light armor on him a collision at that speed wouldn't end well for him.

He was expecting a more vocal reply, but that will have to do.]

I take that as a NO. Those are Japanese kanjis right? I've been enough time in earth to learn a few things but I am certain I never saw an Autobot with that sort of marks it's not very usual but it would be even more unusual for a Decepticon to sport those since they hate humans just as much as they hate us so I think it's safe to assume you are not one of Megatron's followers.

[wakizashi_straight]

[Noisy Boy, in spite of his name... is not particularly noisy unless he's punching things. Or makes a deliberate attempt at whirring the mechanisms in him.

He catches the question about his kanji, to which he nods - Japanese, yes. After that... is a lot of names he's not familiar with. Autobots? Decepticons? What kind of designer would name their bot Megatron? That's the lamest name he's ever heard. He dips his chin slightly, tilting his head. That's probably a 'no' too.]