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re_alignment_logs2013-02-12 06:40 pm
silverkitty) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-02-12 06:40 pm
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WHO; Shira and whoever wants to play "chase the kitty"!
WHERE; Between Vector's quadrant and the Junkpile.
WHEN; Before Megatronus goes to fight the Big Bad.
WHAT; Shira is totally not panicking. Well, maybe she is, but just a little!
WARNINGS; nope. Well except if she feels the need to use her teeth. No interruption by Centipedes is expected.
Shira thought she was in Hell. Or somewhere similar. Whatever. When she had woken up, one hour earlier, all she had seen was that huge... thing, made of that slick and cold material and the feline had just bolted. It was moving, so maybe alive and it could totally eat her if it wanted, and Shira certainly wasn't going to stick around to see what it would do. She ran through the corridors without stopping even once, easily climbing a few walls. The saber toothed cat hadn't noticed it, no doubt, but the strange thing around her neck, the "Link", had turned on after hitting the floor and was now displaying her escape to all those who were bored and looking for new frequencies: though they had better have a strong stomach, because it was a hell of a ride, the cat easily jumping around.
Soon enough Shira escaped the strange building and entered a strange plain, littered here and there by even stranger objects. Only then did she stop, looking above her shoulder to see if the strange thing had followed her.
It hadn't.
The feline sighed, relieved before looking around. Everything was made of that hard material, and the scents were all wrong. She hardly recognized any. Where was she? Where was her herd?
"Diego!" Shira called, but her mate didn't answer. She couldn't find his scent in the wind, or whatever passed for the wind here. Even Manny's scent was nowhere to be found, and you could usually smell him from a mile away! And let's not talk about Sid's!
She was alone. There was not other conclusion. Shira was alone in Hell, without the herd, the family, she had just found. The cat barely managed to contain a roar of anguish and began to pace. What should she do?
WHERE; Between Vector's quadrant and the Junkpile.
WHEN; Before Megatronus goes to fight the Big Bad.
WHAT; Shira is totally not panicking. Well, maybe she is, but just a little!
WARNINGS; nope. Well except if she feels the need to use her teeth. No interruption by Centipedes is expected.
Shira thought she was in Hell. Or somewhere similar. Whatever. When she had woken up, one hour earlier, all she had seen was that huge... thing, made of that slick and cold material and the feline had just bolted. It was moving, so maybe alive and it could totally eat her if it wanted, and Shira certainly wasn't going to stick around to see what it would do. She ran through the corridors without stopping even once, easily climbing a few walls. The saber toothed cat hadn't noticed it, no doubt, but the strange thing around her neck, the "Link", had turned on after hitting the floor and was now displaying her escape to all those who were bored and looking for new frequencies: though they had better have a strong stomach, because it was a hell of a ride, the cat easily jumping around.
Soon enough Shira escaped the strange building and entered a strange plain, littered here and there by even stranger objects. Only then did she stop, looking above her shoulder to see if the strange thing had followed her.
It hadn't.
The feline sighed, relieved before looking around. Everything was made of that hard material, and the scents were all wrong. She hardly recognized any. Where was she? Where was her herd?
"Diego!" Shira called, but her mate didn't answer. She couldn't find his scent in the wind, or whatever passed for the wind here. Even Manny's scent was nowhere to be found, and you could usually smell him from a mile away! And let's not talk about Sid's!
She was alone. There was not other conclusion. Shira was alone in Hell, without the herd, the family, she had just found. The cat barely managed to contain a roar of anguish and began to pace. What should she do?
Hehehehe >:3 /throws frog legs.
The feline sighed. She had no idea of what was going on, but she would just... survive. And find a way to go back to Diego.
"Organics? What is that? And I need to eat... well, at least once per day. Or I will be sick. Where are the hunting grounds around here?"
Stop throwing weird food at me >:C
"Organics are usually carbon based Lifeforms and is the term we cybertronians use to refer to the living non metal creatures. Hunting grounds eh...I don't think we have those."
/CROISSANT CANNON!
"And of course I am a saber toothed cat. Can't you tell?" With that the feline snapped her jaws, showing her long teeth.
"No hunting ground. So the... organics you were speaking about earlier all eat fruits?"
/O_O\ MON DIEU /noms everything
"They eat fruit and they have chickens who give them... what was the word..eggs? Right, eggs.They're taking good care of the chickens so they reproduce. Sometimes you can find food in the junk pile too. Or we can ask VENTUS if he can give you one of his chickens."
/wine fountain!
"House... Mates. With you. Thanks but no thanks, I don't want to be stepped on when you are distracted. Pass. What does that glowing thing mean, anyway?"
"Eggs. If there is nothing else, I get I can eat that." Le sigh. "With a chicken from time to time to change the menu a little. Wonderful. Is there people here looking for a way to go back home? I would like to help them."
Do you want to get me drunk?
"We have a room in the same temple that's pretty much it actually. You can live wherever you want BUT the temples are the safest places. AndIneversteppedonanybody...I watch where I step." Blurr huffed, offended. "Many people here are trying to find a way out, yes. What's your name?"
If I wanted to get you drunk I would give you Ricard. Or Pastis
"A Temple...? Are you speaking about the big building? I have a room here?"
Shira is so not going to comment on the "I watch where I step" comment. She didn't want him to actually try to murder her.
"Courtesy asks for you to give your name first, Mister."
Ok, maybe she wasn't that intent on not getting killed.
Ohhh what are those? O:
Blurr nodded, spreading one of his arms to gesture to the territory around them. "There's many temples, they're the home of the FirstForged and ALL of them are of giant dimensions."
Smart choice, Shira. Even if he would never hurt her on purpose. He huffed at her demand, but replied nonetheless.
"It's Blurr."
We french are well known for our food, but less for the sheer number of alcohol we have as well!
Also, have a blank stare for your explanation.
"Could you please... say that again, with shorter words? First-what?"
Shira prided herself on being smart, dear. That the main reason why she wasn't a rug on someone's bed.
"Nice to meet you Blurr. I am Shira. I guess you didn't see any other talking animal who could be from my herd, hm?"
We Spaniards love to drink...this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship
"Nicetomeetyoutoo. The other talking animal here is ROCKET, he's a racoon, but I don't think he's from your world."
Blurr was so used to that sort of stares that he didn't get irritated anymore. He repeated himself, trying really hard to speak more slowly. He told her all the Acolyte was supposed to tell her. The FirstForged being the first Cybertronians, Unicron sending them monsters from time to time, the locations of the temples, the medbay and rec center...once he was done, he was expecting a dozen of questions from her.
You like cheese as well? XD
"I don't know what a racoon is, but good, I guess. I will try to not eat him." The last part was a jab: she didn't intent to eat anything she wouldn't have thoroughly examinated at first, and if that 'racoon' could talk, he would no doubt express his displeasure before she actually tried to take a bite.
Shira listened to Blurr's explanation in silence, not even snarking once. It was a lot to take in. Monsters? FirstForged? Gods? What?
And he will have only one question.
"You... expect me to believe that?"
I love it! As long as it's not Roquefort
"It's furry and small and it has a very very very bad temper and great aim with a weapon. You don't want Rocket angry at you." He likes the guy a lot, but it's better not to piss him off. Or call him cute. Blurr is starting to realize that calling furry creatures 'cute' angers them a lot.
"You are in a planet made of metal talking to a giant robotic organism. Believe whatever you want."