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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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"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.

"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 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.

"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.))

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.

"Yes?" Hang on, she has to think about that. Can she do the ice thingy? Yes. Can she make a brace out of it?

Yyyyyyes.

Oh man, she was gonna help, like really help.

"Yes! I mean. Yes. Yes, I can, that'd be...ahem. Sure." Sorry. She got a little passionate there.

"And it's not a problem, at all, in fact. I...well. No one's ever really worried like that for me before, so. It was kind of you." Pursing her lips into a polite smile she nods.

However, the strange individual catches her attention before she can begin; and having something her size is sort of----well. Odd, given her present company.

"Who....Who's that?"

Jadewing nodded at the human's assent. Some Decepticons may well have just demanded help, especially from a squishy, but well... maybe Haven had rubbed off on Jadewing a bit more than he'd thought. Not to mention, though he'd figured the human would agree, given that he didn't know the full extent of her abilities it was probably best to try and be polite.

He was just about to shift enough to let Deckard get behind him and boost the woman up, when he saw movement that had nothing to do with any of them out of the corner of his optic. Instinct took over and his arm snapped up to aim his his gun at the potential threat. Except that it was his left arm, and the motion sent a jolt of pain through his left side as his wrenched wing protested the action. He let out a brief yelp of pain which he quickly bit off short, growling curses at his own reflexes in Cybertronian and several Earth languages until the pain faded a bit.

Needless to say, this did not improve his mood. "Who are you?", he demanded of the stranger, eyeing both the organic and the disc-shaped drones that floated along behind him with deep suspicion.

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?"

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."

"A hospital?" Yeah, sure, we're in the middle of nowhere, and who the heck knows what nowhere is, but hospital, that's gotta be a good place to be right about now right? Elsa looks at Jadewing for some kind of approval; this is a place we should be going, yes?

She's brave enough to duck out from behind Deckard, after all, she's the only one who's remotely not-robot-sized, and even brave enough to raise a calming hand towards his arm.

"Welcome us? That's very kind of you, but here are we?"

Because ay, last she remembered she was at home writing out wedding invitations, this isn't Arendelle or Cybertron, buddy.

Jadewing frowned, noticing the way the human glanced his way. Seeking approval, perhaps? Or just trying to see what he thought.

He was pleased to note that Deckard was keeping the strange organic covered. True, the hoofed squishy didn't look like much of a threat, but well... Cybertronians of all races ought to know that appearances could be deceiving.

Galos' offer sounded good alright. Maybe a little too good, under the circumstances. "What's the catch?", he asked. Because there was almost always a catch, and before he went anywhere with this being he wanted to know what it was. "How did you find us way out here? And like the human asked, where is 'here' anyway?"

Deckard saw the gesture from - ...and he realized in the back of his mind that he didn't actually know her name yet - the young woman. Protocols regarding taking guidance from a human handler butted heads with protocols about handling potential criminals and other threats. His stance relaxed some, but the pistol remained in place. He too was more than familiar with how deadly a seemingly harmless person could be, regardless of race or tech level.

He nodded at the woman's and Jadewing's questions, subconsciously falling back into a sort of enforcer/guard mindset - let others do the talking while he provided the defensive strength should it prove necessary.

"No catch," Galos assured them.

"First off, you're on a planet called Cybertron. And I knew you were here because of the security system set around the city. It detects bubbles of Miasma when they appear within the perimeter, and this Miasa, a chaos energy, is what brought you here."

If anyone here was frowning, iiiiit was this one.

This couldn't be Cybertron; she walked it and saw it with her own eyes, less than a few weeks ago. (In her sense of time.)

Besides all that, what he said kept seeming too good to be true. Too good. No catch to a nearby hospital, on Cybertron, previously uninhabited?

"Then, why should I---or we, believe you?" Save for you know, the obvious injured metal giant.

Jadewing's frown only deepened as Galos claimed that they were on Cybertron. The security system he could buy- for a city as advanced as the one in the distance seemed, it only made sense- but Cybertron? "Cybertron never looked like this," Jadewing said. "And it never had any native organics, unless you count those crazy, half-organic Quintesson experiments."

"As for Chaos energy," he said, "I thought was were done with that slag when Unicron was driven off. Eliminating that from Cybertron so Primus could come back was kinda the whole point of what we did." Unless it didn't work. Or unless... enough time had passed for Unicron to get a foothold again.

"...How long has it been since your city was founded?", he asked. "And have you ever heard of a place called 'Haven'?"

Deckard had been just keeping guard, listening to the others talk, but Jadewing's questions made him snap his head around toward the Seeker in surprise.

"Jadewing? You don't think . . . is that possible? Of all the places the Lambda could have thrown us?"

"My dear," he says gently to Elsa. "There is nothing I can say to convince you to trust me, trust is earned, I am aware of that. I hope I can earn yours." He gives her a small bow before straightening and looking between the bots.

"How long? Well, hard to say. The city itself was here when we arrived about five hundred years ago, and we've been building on it since." It's Jadewing's last question, and Deckard's reaction to it, that has him looking amused and curious.

"Of course I've heard of a place called Haven." He motions off to the city in the distance. "That is Haven."

"That....that's impossible, though." Elsa looks thoroughly confused, disregarding his statement of trust. No, this was even weirder.

"I've only been gone---for a week. Two, at most. Five hundred years is impossible."

She's looking back at her only companions, still confused, especially at what Chaos energy is, and just how that much time could've passed.

She's suddenly quite worried that she really is alone again, and she worries for Anna and her kingdom back home.

Jadewing swore under his breath as his suspicions were confirmed. So whatever had happened when the Firstforged tried to send people home had apparently blown them over 500 years into the future. And conveniently away from the Forged themselves, it seemed, and the opportunity he'd been promised. The life he'd been promised.

"I'm going to fragging kill them...", he growled quietly, the low tone making it fairly obvious that it wasn't directed at anyone currently present. Not that he thought he really could kill one of the Firstforged- if they even still existed here- but even Jadewing himself wasn't sure how much of that threat was metaphorical just then. He swallowed that anger for the moment though. There was nothing he could do about it just then, and other priorities took precedence.

"It's not impossible," he told the human with a sigh, reaching up with his good hand to rub the bridge of his nose as if warding off a processor ache. "Time travel. It's... been done before, where I'm from. This is the first I've heard of it being caused by an explosion though."

Turning to Galos, he explained. "We've been here before. In Haven. But when we were here last, it was just a cluster of temples, a central Hub complex, and a huge Junkpile." The rest... he couldn't say without wanting to snap at the little organic who probly had no idea what he was talking about.

Deckard frowned at the "fragging kill them" comment, but as he wasn't obviously talking about anything immediate - and hopefully was more expressing frustration than any actual intent - he let it go without comment.

To the young woman, he said, "If it is in fact time travel, you wouldn't experience the time in between if I'm not mistaken. You'd simply jump from one point in time to the next. Kind of like the space-reality jump each of us did when we found ourselves in Haven before." He frowned. "Be that actually this one or another reality's." He still wasn't sure he trusted that this was the same one. The chances of that being the case . . .

Well now, that wasn't entirely the reaction he was expecting. He waits until they've all...expressed themselves, especially Jadewing before speaking up again.

"I see. I can't say much about temples, though there are a number of rather massive ruins about, there is a Central Hub, and we long ago cleaned up and organized a rather extensive junk pile into a warehouse at the center of the city." Just....putting that out there to see if any of that info helps at all.

Edited 2014-10-13 03:33 (UTC)

"But we can get back, right?" She's quick to interrupt. She didn't care where she was, who was here, sure, it's been home for a couple of months.

All she could worry about now was Anna. She was gone from her life again, and apparently 500 years in the future: where at home she could be merely an afterthought.

Tensing, the ground under her crackles as the ice thickens under her feet. She sighs, turning to Jadewing to help with his wing. Stressors aside, she'd use her panic to her advantage.

"Hmmm...", Jadewing said,the noise at once thoughtful and frustrated. "I might just have to check those ruins out at some point." Both to look for anything familiar and to try and find some clue as to why they'd ended up back here again.

For the human, he had no answer. There probably was a way to get back, but he certainly didn't know what it was. And it wasn't likely to be anywhere near as easy as getting there had been either. And in any case, he didn't really have the energy to spare to think about that sort of thing, especially given time-travel's tendency to be headache inducing at the best of times.

"Alright," he finally said. "Whether or not I believe all this slag is kinda immaterial at the moment. We need to get to the city for repairs and supplies, if nothing else, and sitting around here isn't getting us anywhere."

With a wince he carefully shifted a bit so that the human would be able to see what she was doing with his wing, then nodded to her, indicating that he was ready. "Once my wing is braced, we should get out of here," he said to the group at large before turning his attention to Galos directly.

"If you've got a faster way off this mountain than a long climb, we'll follow you," he said. "But no tricks." The 'or else' was left unstated, but his tone made the warning clear. He didn't trust the situation very much, but would go along for now due to lack of other options.

Deckard debated another moment . . . and finally lowered his gun. He didn't holster it just yet, but it wasn't trained on the youkai creature anymore either. He nodded at Jadewing. "I'd like to go with you, if you'll have me." The word choice was Japanese politeness - his tone, however, said he wasn't giving the Seeker a choice if he could help it. They needed to stick together, and anyway, he wanted to check out those ruins too.

Shifting his crouch, he offered his free hand to the young woman as he had before, palm up and flat. "Miss? If you'll allow me?" Being closer to what she was doing would let her see all the better.

"I'm afraid not, miss, though we are all working to try to provide a way home for those who wish to leave." He could tell she was worried, and seemed like he wished he could give her a more favorable answer.

"Of course," he said in response to Jadewing's comment about the ruins.

He smiles at the last. "No tricks, friends. The Gateways are the fastest way around the city. When you're ready, I'll lead the way to the nearest."

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Haha timing...I was working on a reply when I saw the notif for Jade come in XD

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