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re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm
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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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Blurr didn't try to run away, he just keep a safe distance from the bigger Cybertronian but otherwise not moving. It was important to observe before try any sort of reckless action and the blue mech hopped that he was fast enough to put some distance between them if it was necessary.
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Still, he felt a twinge of frustration that some seemed to be running from him. All right, certainly, he was a strange figure in a strange land and no doubt they were confused and uncertain...
//I mean no harm,// he said, focusing his comm on one of them. One at a time. //So long as you do not, in turn.//
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// No sir I most certainly won't cause any unnecessary trouble sir but might I ask what is this place? Do you know how and why we arrived here?//
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Then again, compared to Nexus, everyone is short.
Vector transformed in midair, somersaulting once as he came in for a landing - even with his speed, he cut it quickly enough that he was able to hit the ground with hardly more a disturbance than if he'd simply jumped off.
Blurr would have come up to his waist, or around there. But he kept a short distance between them, to let the mech approach at his own pace.
Which...seemed awfully fast.
//You're on Cybertron. As for how and why - that must be blamed upon the Lambda above you.//
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My point exactly.
It was fast, yes, but Blurr stopped before invading any personal space. He didn't want to annoy the bigger mech or put his own safety at risk.
//Cybertron? But that makes no sense sir I manged to get there already after that unfortunate incident with Starscream's clones Thundercracker and Skywarp and I was there still when I exposed the identity of the real Decepticon spy to my superior Longarm Prime who sadly was in fact the deceptions spy we were looking for and allthisjustmakesnosensesir.//
Excuse him, he was a bit agitated. Being crushed into a cube and nearly dying twice does that to people's nerves.
I FORGOT ABOUT HOW TINY ANIMATED BOTS CAN BE. He's probably a little shorter than I noted; my bad!
"Whatever Cybertron you know, this is not it. If I judge you correctly, you are used to a Cybertron that is far older than this one, and well in to its civilization. This one has hardly even begun."
It's okay! they are the tinniest. Wheeljack compared Blurr to a femme...
A barely newborn Cybertron? That was hard to believe and yet here they were. That explained why this planet looked so wild.
"But...sir I have a mission to complete back in my Cybertron where I come from innocent lives are at stake and I have to warn the council about the traitor. Pleasepleaseplease how can I get back?"
itsy bitsy teeny weeny lil adoraboo blurrkini
"As it stands, that which brought you here keeps you from returning. I regret bearing this news to you, but it is the truth. And it will not be that way forever," he adds quickly, gripping a fist as he looks skywards.
X3 He's pocket sizeddddddddd~ Who doesn't want one?
"Not going home doesn't worry me I spent many cycles away from home but not being able to warn them..." Now,that's what is crushing him. He failed his mission, twice now, and everyone in his Cybertron might be in great danger. What is he supposed to do now?
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It would not...make it better. But perhaps ease it, slightly.
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"And....uhmm...." Let's change the subject. "I hope it's not to much of a nuisance to ask if you know what's that mark I got in my arm sir? I'm certain I didn't had it before I arrived here it doesn't look like a scratch and I can't get rid of it. It doesn't hurt or anything either but it makes me wonder where it came from."
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"That's...really nice." For someone who usually speak faster than ten fast men he's sort of speechless now.
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"What is your name?" he questions.
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"I am Blurr and agent of the Elite Guard a intelligence gathering body that exists within the Autobot fraction sir Vector."
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"And the downside is...? I mean no offense with that questions sir and you have been really nice so far but usually one expects something from the other when offered that much help. Or this is just the norm among those you call friends?"
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"There are tasks," he admits slowly, "that one could use assistance with. If you cared to help shape a world and prepare it for its birth. If you choose not to..."
He shrugs, very slightly.
He'll be disappointed, but he will not deny one on that alone.
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"Tasks...I could do that ofcoursesir."
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He tilts his head.
"My Acolytes may be able to help you if you run in to trouble. If you need something, you may speak with them."