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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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Thundercracker ckoked, looking again at the trees. "Not...not anymore, Ravage, but . . . it did. Once. A long time ago." He remembered the battle that had destroyed the last crystal forest on his Cybertron. He'd been the one leading the strafing runs on the Autobots while Starscream was busy elsewhere.

He looked at Galos. "How old is this Cybertron? And . . . how many other organics are there? How long have you been here?"

Now that he ius calmer, Bulk'sBulk's taken in more of the environment around him, and caught sight of that city too, and it's weird sun. But mostly he's focused on the weird organic and the discs. Despite the earlier altercation, he does unconciously move to put himself between Drift and Sentinel, and Galos and his drone things. Just in case.

"Guardian, huh?" Guardians he said, great. There's more like him some where. But those drones are interesting, while not a threat, they were made of Cybertronian alloys. Also, he's glad to know that power is still there.

"Answer me this, Galos. What're you doin' with Cybertronian alloy made things and where the frag are we.

At Jadewing's sudden alarm, the Brave Detective reacted on reflex, twisting and dropping into a defensive crouch (conveniently in front of Elsa - his programming /is/ the protection of humans first and foremost), his handgun snatched out from its holster in a practiced motion and braced in both hands.

His aim lowered a hair in surprise as he realized /what/ he was looking at. "Y-youkai?" He recovered quickly enough and retrained his aim. "Hold up! What is your business here?"

His smile grew. "Why, because you're on Cybertron, and they're of Cybertronian design. They're of no threat, I assure you. They're communicators, given to all in the city."

He motions at the skyline behind him. "I'm simply here to welcome you, and to show you a quick way to the city if you desire."

They satyr put his hands up. "Easy, friends, I mean no harm. My name is Galos. I'm one of the Guardians of this city." He motions to the skyline behind him.

"I came to welcome you, and show you a quick way back to the city should you desire." His gaze swept over them, lingering on Jadewing a moment longer. "There is a hospital there, where you injures can be seen to as well."

Her optics narrowed when Galos named this place as Cybertron. That didn't seem possible to her. But, if there was 'chaos energy' involved...

Blackarachnia glanced up at Thundercracker as he spoke. Whatever he was referring to happened several millennia before her time and that got her to thinking. What she was concluding made her want to scream and blow someone up.

Repeatedly.

"I'm fairly certain we aren't dead. We won, people were just starting to part ways. The First Forged were sending people home if they wanted to go."

Which honestly Drift was still second guessing himself over his decision to stay, but that was something he could be all insecure about later. Y'know, when they weren't in the middle of mystery fun land and watching Bulkhead talk to a manbearpig. Or goat man. Whatever.

"Judging by all of this though, it seems like none of our choices really mattered in the end."

[As soon as Rose hops off his face, Gunmax sits up and immediately looks around for Gunbike. And Deckard too I guess. Upon not seeing either of these things, he finally starts paying attention to what all these other weirdos are doing.

And spots the creepy little Satan creature or whatever it is.]

What the hell is that?

[Not the most polite fella is he]

Siigh. "Which is what Liege was doing. I don't see why going with him was being a," sideglare at Bulkhead, "traitor. I could say those who chose to stay are traitors to their own universe."

Frank yaps a few times at the goat man and Sentinel puts his hand back on it's head. Shut up, dog.

"Think we're the only ones here?"

"Pretty it up as much as you want, but Liege still betrayed us. All of us. And I know people who would have only returned to their universe to die, so you can scrap that line of thought right now."

But anyway, there was no sense in getting worked up about that shit right now. Drift vents a sigh, turning his attention to FRANK and letting it sniff him before he moves to pet it.

"I don't know. I don't even know where here is. Maybe it's selfish, but I kind of hope not."

"...Yeah, hence the choice, part. I'm not gonna go around punching everyone who chose to stay because I honestly don't care."

FRANK YEAHHH FRANK. Frank is LOVING this attention.

"Mmm. I promised Blurr I'd take Frank to a proper home on our Cybertron," He was actually going to take it to the pet control but whatever, "So I guess at least one of us gets something that isn't entirely terrible."

...Yeah, he has no idea what Turbofoxes live in.

FUCK YEAH FRANK PLEASE TO BE LETTING DRIFT PET YOU.

And yeah don't mind Drift he is now completely enraptured with this turbofox for a moment. Making kissy faces at it and shit. Whose a good boooooooooy YOU ARE FRANK.

Anyway.

"Did Blurr know you went with Liege?"

"We're from the same universe. I asked if he wanted to come with me, he said no and that was that. I wasn't about to force him into it."

He was a bit of a twat about it, but that was exacerbated because he was scared and stressed out.

"Besides he... had some issues with someone back in our universe. I don't know if he'd want me to tell you something that personal but... maybe if the timelines worked out I could've done something to help him before it happened."

You know, stop Blurr from getting killed and get ALL THE PRAISE. ALL OF IT. Too bad the timelines wouldn't have worked out.

"Maybe, but... I find it's better not to dwell on 'what if's'."

Even if he personally has a hard time following his own advice on that front.

"We'll find out sooner or later. Assuming we're still on Cybertron."

A beat. "And... assuming Vector won't murder me for... our last conversation..."

"I don't... honestly think we are. None of this looks familiar at all."

Wait what. Drift is giving Sentinel SUCH a look.

"What'd you say to Vector?" Making more poor life choices, Sentinel?

"Let me have my denial."

Oohh boy. "Uh. Things. About where he can shove other things."

Apparently Drift finds that amusing and he tries to laugh. Too bad laughing hurts like a motherfucker right now, so it comes out as more of a chucklewince.

"Ahh, ow. Look. I don't think Vector will murder you. Given the circumstanced, I'm sure he'd understand that you were probably flustered."

He sputters. Very loudly.

"N-- Not like that! I meant his p-plans!"

"That's not what I--Oh! Oh! No, I didn't mean... scrap."

Whoops well huh. Awkward.

[The satyr gives a small bow.] My name is Galos, I'm one of the Guardians of this city. [he motions at the skyline behind him.]

[He also glances an amused smile at Gunmax.] And I'm what's called a satyr. I'd be happy to tell you about my species some time if you're truly interested. [Which he's guessing Gunmax probably isn't.]

For now, though, if you'll allow me to guide you back to the city and to our hospital...? Our good medic and mechanic would be happy to see to your injuries.

He rubs his face with his hands. Goddamn.

"But in all seriousness, he really wasn't happy. I don't regret it, though, never did like him. Or any of the others."

"So some believe," he said in answer to Ravage's first question. Though the second gets a curious look as his gaze sweeps over them. "You beat Unicron?"

And to answer Thundercracker's question he shrugs. "We're not sure how old exactly. We believe the planet itself may be quite old, but the...rather small civilization here isn't very old. I've been here for about five hundred years now. Our population is...well, for the size of the city, it's rather lacking, somewhere around six-hundred residents total, perhaps as much as half are organic based lifeforms."

"I admit, I was a little wary of them myself. It's not like they were ever around, right? I really can't blame you, all things considered."

Whelp time to pet Frank some more.

"I never expected them to be around but they were unnecessarily mysterious about things and almost never gave a straight answer."

He shifts slightly, so Frank can get to Drift. "...Not to mention I was there for a year and never got a boon."

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lets suffer together

WHAT A DICK, THAT UNIVERSE

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Well excuuuuuse it for saving you from an explosion that should have killed you all. /crosses arms

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