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Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

WHO: Everyone involved in Game Start
WHAT: Waking up after the explosion
WHERE: Well . . . that's for you guys to figure out, isn't it?
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: None but what you bring with you
NOTES: Be sure to reply in your respective group thread.

At first, there is nothing. Without warning, agony erupts – a twisting, burning sensation that leaves you sure you’re about to be torn apart, but then it subsides to a sharp ache. The nothingness has taken on a purple-black appearance, shifting and flowing around you.

You’re lying on your back, and the pressure is immense. If you breathe, you feel like you’re suffocating. You struggle to sit up, to get the pressure off you. You strain and fight . . . and suddenly the mists flow off and away, taking the pressure with them. You sit up and look around.

You’re not in Kansas anymore.

Misty purple-black “bubbles” on the ground around you burst and flow off from other bodies, disappearing down into the ground and revealing familiar faces.

Wherever you are, at least you’re not here alone.

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Voices right by him - one he knew, one he...thought he might recognize? - drew Thundercracker's attention. With a low growl as he finally made himself move, he sat up and looked around, feeling decidedly unbalanced. He wouldn't even go into how much he hurt.

A quick glance revealed Ravage, five firelizards, What's-Her-Name the spider femme (she was a scientist of some kind, wasn't she?), and . . .

"Remind me to thank that hotshot Earthbot." He'd lost one or both wings more than once in his life by a few different means, but traumatic amputation by MOTORCYCLE was definitely a new one.

Numbers, Screamer, Sky, and Cracker finally glided down from their perches, circling about the Seeker. Numbers landed on his shoulder, sniffing and whining at the rent connections from his severed wing. The trine flitted over to the wing itself, landing to paw at it and chirp at him in distress.

"Yeah, I'll live. I said I'm fine," he asserted, waving off their concern. He turned to Ravage and . . . Black-wrack-something? "You two okay? Ravage? What happened?"

Edited (Wow, what are tenses? >,o) 2014-10-02 02:15 (UTC)

Haven police?

She wasn't home anymore. As he introduces himself, suddenly all the memories come flooding back. Elsa snaps up and forward, looking around frantically.

"I'm here? We're---back?" she calms, hand grazing her collarbone, looking for something; probably a necklace.

Noticing she's frozen part of Deckards arm, the panic resurfaces.

"Oh! Oh no, I'm so sorry, please. I'll get that." and with that the ice melts. Right off of him.

"I----I'll be fine. I know snow." she says, grimacing at the pun. "You're---are you both alright?"

"Rose, huh?", Jadewing said. "Good. Least now I know who to complain too." Because make no mistake, someone was going to hear it from him about this whole mess, and it may as well be the one whose motorcycle damaged his wing.

Jadewing gave an irritated grunt at the human's question about being 'back'. "Back on Cybertron, you mean? I wish," he said. "I don't know where the frag we are; it's definitely no place I'm familiar with."

Elsa's fingers, meanwhile, would find what they were seeking. Her Wayfinder hung around her neck, a small, solid weight against her chest. Upon closer inspection, she would see that whatever had happened to them, the good luck charm had come through it undamaged.

Watching her freeze and then unfreeze Deckard's arm, though, has given him an idea. He's distracted, though, when the human also asked if he was alright. He grimaced a bit. "Like I told Deckard, I'll live," he said. "Feel like I got trampled by a herd of Dinobots and my left wing is busted, but nothing that can't be repaired."

"Unfortunately," he said, "a fragged up wing means no flying for awhile, which is gonna make getting down off this mountain a pain in the aft. And I'm gonna need to at least brace it with something before we got anywhere, or else it's just gonna get worse with all the climbing around I'll probably have to do. Which means I'm gonna need your help."

"That was you?" He was shocked but not offended at all. But then his chin tucked. "I'm . . . I'm sorry, miss. That was rude. I meant, I'm all right. Just . . . need to get myself out of this." His other hand indicated the packed snow embracing him from the waist down.

With his free arm, he cleared an area of snow, down to the ground. Then, gingerly - he still wasn't sure about exposing her to frostbite or something - he set her on her feet. He gave Jadewing a sympathetic grin as he set to working his lower half free. "Depending on how damaged the bike is, I'm sure Rose will have her own measure of complaining to do. We'll have to see if we can find you a medic." He wished he had a suggestion for what to do about the Seeker's wing in the meantime. Maybe once he got free and could look at it, he'd think of something.

There's aa freaked out chittering as Frank is followed not too long after by a robotic firelizard. Maybe the two were playing together, who knows. But the little firelizard is a little frantic and relieved as it circles around the group.

Bulkhead meanwhile is quick to point angry finger at Sentinel, feeling defensive of the Forged, after all the scrap they went through.

"The FirstForged did their job and were sendin' people home. At least they were there unlike that fraggin' traitor, Liege." He pauses as Sentinel's word sink in. "Don't tell me you were stupid enough to listen to that fragger!"

Wing's smile ends up looking more like a grimace...it feels more like a grimace. "Hello, Kn-Knock Out."

Oh, that voice. He...knows that other voice too. "Lea. Mnn... Could you two...move please?" Yes, he definitely sounds like he's in a lot of pain.

OhdearPrimus extra sensitive wing twisted all wrong right now. Ow ow ow ow ow....

"It's----" Broken. Yes, broken. She scowls, wanting to help somehow---

"Getting down won't be as hard as we think, I've----" Okay, maybe she doesn't remember getting down the mountain, but going up it. "I can help."

"If we're not on Cybertron---" The thought dies in mid sentence. Of course, they wouldn't know either. Wherever they were, it was considerably, more beautiful than the barren world before.

As she's set down on the ground, she brushes herself off, righting her dress, her hair. Practically preening. And in the next moment, the ground underneath her is suddenly rock solid ice. No falling through any more snow for this one. Turning around to get a better view of her new friends, her heels clack on the ice.

"Yes. That was me." she quickly replied to Deckard. After all, THE SNOW IS NOW ICE. She shakes off his apology though with a small gesture. "It's alright. I get that a lot." With a half a smile, she's eager to finally be helpful, rather than hurtful with her powers.

With a broad sweep of her arm, a strong gust of wind helps alleviate the snow off of Deckard. It's brief, creating a small flurry that takes care of the rest. Altogether, it's in a neat little pile beside him. Not that it'd help him not be even colder, but at least now it was off of him.

"Finding anybody may be a good place to start." Which, actually, given the snow, and her powers, the lack of flying, and their predicament, it gives her a cheeky idea.

"I might be able to help with that, too."

Edited 2014-10-02 10:47 (UTC)

The disgruntled she-spider pulled herself up and started collecting her things as the other two did their own thing. She was NOT happy and it showed in just how violently she was collecting the canisters despite some of their delicate contents.

At least she had a variety of samples to recreate her recent works from. If she could ever find another lab. "I'm fine wings, thanks for asking."

She collected a few of the blueprints. "What do you think happened? The Lambda slagging exploded. That's what happened." There's only a spared glanced towards Ravage. This one she remembered being a few circuits shy of a working motherboard.

As for the flyer? She's heard his name around but otherwise, didn't care to know who he was.

The implications of Sentinel's babbling are rather unplesant, but Drift's still a little too distracted and shaken up for it to really register right away. As soon as Bulkhead makes that accusation though, it sinks in. He's too sore to jump right into anger, but damn is he ever giving Sentinel the most disappointing look ever.

PLEASE say you weren't that stupid Sentinel.

"Sending people ho-- that's exactly what Liege was doing, you moron."

He pinches the bridge of his 'nose' and sighs heavily. "I'm not talking about this with you, I saw how quickly you were to decide he was a cowardly traitor and that dying in some pointless fight was so much more important." Gosh, he's certainly being incredibly over defensive. Wonder what that could mean.

...Yeah, he was stupid enough. "Doesn't fragging matter, anyway. Nothing worked." All said while staring intently at Frank, who's panting happily and wagging his tail at the attention.

"I'm totes ok!"

He waves a paw while still laying on his back, not quite wanting to get up just yet. Star pushes the ball of yarn over to the derpykitty.

"I thought teh Lambda was to send us back home."

"Exploded . . . great." His tone couldn't have been flatter if Devastator had stepped on it. "I was hoping something normal had happened for once. Like Megatron."

With another growl of frustration - and pain - he levered himself to his feet and half-stomped, half-stumbled over to retrieve his errant wing. And maybe Gunmax's bike. Maybe. He actually kind of liked the Earthbot - plus he was one of McCrane's, which meant something to the Seeker. If nothing else, the oversized two-wheeler could serve as a crutch of sorts. And a materials transport. The impact or some other incident had popped the sidecar loose. Huh. He pulled it out the rest of the way, turning the bike into a three-wheeler. He propped his wing against the body of the bike, outer edge slid down between the seat and inner wall of the sidecar.

"Hey, Legs." Yeah, he could do the nickname thing too. "Stow your stuff in here for now?" He gestured at the sidecar. "Easier than carrying it, and it'd free your arms." In case they needed to fight for some reason. At least, he hoped she could fight. He wasn't scanning any immediate dangers, but that didn't mean there weren't any, and he already knew Ravage wouldn't likely be much help.

"The name is Blackarachnia." Even as she's saying that, Blackarachnia's carrying her stuff to the side car and packing it in.

Once she has everything stowed away to her liking, she switches over to her beast mode and crawls into the side car with her stuff. So far her own scans revealed nothing dangerous just yet. That also didn't tell them where the pit they where.

"So do either of you have a map or are we picking a direction and walking."

The annoyed grunt Jadewing makes at Deckard's comment about Rose's bike pretty clearly illustrated his feelings on the matter. "She should consider herself lucky I don't damage it more," he said, trailing off into a bit of a grumble. "Fragging thing..."

And pretty though this snowy mountaintop may be, Jadewing wasn't pleased to be there, for multiple reasons, his injuries being just one. Though there was very little he could do about it at the moment.

He's distracted from his general dislike of the situation, however, by the human's actions, unburying Deckard then turning the snow around her to ice so she could walk on it. Without slipping apparently, which was surprising given her footwear hardly seemed useful for traction. He nodded at her comment about finding people, though.

"There's a city to the southwest of here," he said, indicating the visible skyline, in case the others hadn't spotted it yet. "Which given that we need repairs, supplies, and answers, not necessarily in that order, seems like a good place to start looking. Besides, if anybody else from Haven wound up here, chances are they'll be making for the same place, if they've got any sense. Assuming they're not there already."

"Before we get into any possibly inadvisable ideas regarding transport, though," Jade said, addressing the human directly, " can you do that ice thing you almost did to Deckard's arm to my wing? Ice isn't exactly ideal material for a brace, but we're kind of short on options, and it'll serve well enough." Plus it'd help dampen the pain sensors a bit, but he wasn't about to say aloud how much the fragging thing hurt.

"Yeah, home. Which they were in the middle of when somethin' went wrong. Where was Liege? No where to be seen." He pauses. "And neither were you now that I think about it." Okay, now it's adding up.

Pointless?!" His eys narrow and he balls his hands into fists. If Drift doesn't stop him, he's going to swing to punch Sentinel. Making sure he misses Frank, though.

"Just because me and others didn't side with the fraggin' chaos bringer and world destroyer? And for your information, it was a battle we fraggin' won in the end. So yeah, Liege was a coward for running to the enemy insteada helping with a plan that worked!" He glares at him as he takes vents to calm down. What an idiot!

Drift's reaction time is a little SHIT right now on account of the fact that EVERYTHING HURTS, soooo have fun clobbering that giantass blue chin. He is going to squeeze himself in between these two huge dudes because that's an AMAZING IDEA when they're both pissed off, though.

"Calm down, the last thing we need right now is a fight!" As much as he wants to tell Sentinel he's a MORON, getting everyone to chill the fuck out takes priority.

"Ah!" Deckard startled at the young woman's power. One might think a human-built robot from "modern-day" Earth would be put off or disbelieving at the sight of a magic-wielder, but quite the contrary - Deckard knew from first-hand experience that things like magic and psionics were quite real. After his initial surprise, he just gave her a warm grin, readily accepting of her power. "Thank you very much, ma'am." He rubbed the back of his head with one hand in a sheepish gesture. "I guess I was wrong to worry about you in this environment. Please forgive me."

Deckard climbed to his feet, turning to look the direction Jadewing indicated and nodding. "Repairs are definitely a priority, one way or another." He considered the Seeker's comment about the woman freezing his wing as a way of bracing it. He nodded and crouched down. "Ma'am, if you're willing to help him, and you'll allow me, I can boost you up so you can better see what you're doing." He offered her his hand to sit in, and looked up at Jadewing. "I'll hold your wing too while she does that, so it's at least braced in proper position, if you'll allow it."

((ooc: IDK it's needed or not, but an idea on the size difference - Elsa stands probably to Deckard's knee or just below it, and Deckard I'd guess comes to Jade's chest or shoulder.))

Boy, getting punched in the face sure is FUN. That sure did crack and dent his cheek. Ow.

Of course he's pissed off but... "I'm not fighting anyone." ...Sentinel's going for the annoying '''''moral high ground''''' after siding with Space Satan.

He backs away from them both, one hand over his cracked cheek and the other palm up towards them, "I don't expect you'd care to hear my reasoning anyway if your first instinct is to punch anything you don't like."

"That's what I want to know." Noticing something, or rather someone, in his back Knock Out's hand reaches out. He pauses enough for Lea to get a good hold on it but if it takes him too much Knock otu will grab hi instead.

"On it, Wing." The doctor might be a shameless flirt but he noticed the upset tone in Wing's voice. "You okay down there?"

"Wing?", Lea asked. He hadn't had much association with the mech, but he recognized his voice from the comms. The request for both him and Knockout to move breifly confused him, until he realized that Wing's voice was coming from directly below him> And if he was on top of Knockout, that meant Knockout was on top of... ah.

"Workin' on it," Lea replied, levering himself up into a sitting position with a grunt of effort. In his new position, a casual glance around revealed not only hi Keyblade lying on the ground next to a mech-sized sword he could only assume was Wing's but also a city of some kind off to the southeast.

It was about then that Knockout reached up around for him. Under normal circumstances, Lea would have just jumped or climbed down, but as batter as he felt now, he gladly accepted the help, taking hold of the offered hand. Once Knockout and set him down on the ground, he extended a hand toward his Keyblade. It vanished from the ground in a flash of sparkles of light, only to reappear in his extended hand a moment later. He smirked a bit. Being able to summon you weapon was handy when you didn't really feel like going over to retrieve it.

Keyblade safely back in hand, he turned back to Wing and Knockout. "You guys OK?", he asked.

"Wing is a...bit twisted, I think, but o-otherwise okay." And wings were so very sensitive.

As soon as he was able he would shift to turn onto his side with a shudder, one wing panel twisted into a position it was very clearly not meant to be in. He'll...just lie here a moment, thanks.

About this time someone might notice that someone is approaching them. The figure is half man, half goat and is followed by a gaggle of disc-like drones ranging in size from a dinner plate, to the size of an average Cybertronian palm.

He stops back at a respectful distance, not wanting to end up in the middle of three giant robots if they started fighting. "Greetings, friends."

[Not too far from the group stands another. He watches in some concern as they start to gather themselves to get up. He's a half man, half goat mix, and has a rather curious gaggle of disc-shaped drones with him. They range in size from dinner-plate to giant-robot-palm]

Are all of you all right?

Edited 2014-10-04 02:26 (UTC)

"Ah, perhaps I can help with that...?"

Approaching through the crystaline trees comes a man with goat legs. He stops back a polite distance from the group, and seems he's being followed by a gaggle of disc-shaped drones that range in size from that of a dinner plate to the size of an average Cybertronian's palm.

Even as Deckard is offering a hand to Elsa to help Jadewing, someone may note another approaching through the snow. Despite how deep it is he does not sink into it, in face his cloven feet barely leave a mark.

Seeing that they're busy he'll pause back a bit, waiting to "interrupt" until they're finished or someone notices him and speaks to him first. He's fine with waiting, though he is frowning with concern over Jadewing's clear discomfort. The gaggle of disc-shaped drones behind him will just hover quietly in the air. They range in size from dinner plate to the average Cybertronian's palm.

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Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

LOL Sorry, BA...you'd not really been on his radar before now...

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GROUP HUG! /bearhugs both

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YAY

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Oh come now, the universe isn't all that bad.

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