kismet_loop_logs | Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

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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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Your journey here has not been a pleasant one. You are battered and dented; you look like you've gone ten rounds with a tornado and lost. You probably don't feel much better.

You find yourself on the edges of a forest. Trees spread out to either side reaching towards a mountain range in the north and meeting with what looks to be crystal trees in the west. Off to the south and east, a city can be seen with what looks like an artificial sun hanging high above it.

Lea, Knock Out, and Wing are in a heap on the ground. Wing is on the bottom, one wing panel clearly bent out of shape. Knock Out is face down over Wing, and Lea is on his back on top of Knock Out. Lea's Keyblade and Wing's Great Sword are on the ground not far from the pile. Knock Out's firelizard is also there, unharmed.

Thankfully, aside from the battering received from the explosion. and Wing's twisted wing panel, you’re not otherwise injured. Now just to figure out where you are.

Wing...can't even look around at his surroundings yet. He's just going to lie on the bottom of the pile and let out a soft, pained moan. Move, guys....please?

[No, Knock Out is...okay comfortable is not the word he would use. More like the opposite, he feels sore all over and he's sure he got at least two scratches out of this whole mess.]

Kraaaaaaaa [His firelizard, however, has other ideas. He's flying over them in circles and making noises to wake them up.]

Alright, alright I am awake!!! [Knock Out groans, opening up a tired optic. Then he notices the position he's in and smiles.] Why, hello there Wing....

Lea groaned as he slowly began to return to consciousness. He almost wished he hadn't; he felt like Xemnas had hit him with a building. He debated just laying where he was awhile longer. Whatever he was laying on was at least warm, even if it was hard.

What finally stirred him into opening his eyes was the unmistakable smell of trees, something he hadn't smelled since before he'd arrived on Cybertron. He slowly opened his eyes to find that he was indeed staring up at the sky through green leaves. Not Cybertron, then. Which answered where he wasn't, but wasn't much help with regards to where he was.

Turning his head to one side, though, provided a clue, in the form of a very familiar-looking red shoulder. "Knockout?", he said. "The hell happened...?"

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....

"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.

Lea or Knock Out may note someone approaching through the trees. The half man, half goat figure stops back a polite distance, frowning in concern over Wing's clear discomfort.

Following him is a gaggle of disc-shaped drones. They range from the size of dinner plates to the average Cybertronian's palm.

Lea winced a bit when he got a look at Wing's damaged wing. That... did not look pleasant. He was about to ask Knockout if he thought he could fix it when he saw someone approaching.

Said someone was clearly a satyr of some kind, though one who was in much better shape than that one from Olympus Colosseum. He doubted that satyr ever had weird disc-things following him around either.

Lea's grip on his Keyblade tightened shifting slightly and he shifted into a less casual, more wary stance as the strange satyr approached. True, he didn't look especially threatening, even with those disc-things of unknown purpose taken into account, but well... Lea didn't feel like taking any chances. Because if that stuff that had overtaken them during the explosion wasn't Darkness, then it was something very close. And he wasn't about to trust anything that might be associated with Darkness right off the bat.

"Look sharp guys," he said to Knockout and Wing. "Seems we've got company." He smirked a bit. "And me without my makeup on." Apparently their rather unpleasant arrival hadn't affected Lea's snarking ability at all.

"Let me see that." He didn't need to be a medic to understand how much that would be hurting. Knock Out was moving to inspect the wing when the Goat-human creature got his attention.

He smiled at Lea's reaction and moved in front of Wing to shield him. "Don't worry I always carry my tools with me." And with that his right hand changed into a chainsaw.

"So, can any of you Animal Kingndom wannabes explain why we have been dragged here? Or I need to be persuasive?"

Dimension hopping and a damaged frame made Knock Out an unhappy boy.

Wing will make himself sit up and turn around to face this being...but he wasn't going to try to get up, not yet.

"Wait, there's no call for violence. He's not threatened us at all."

As Lea and Knock Out have put themselves forward he'll give them his attention. His hands come up. "Easy, friends, I'm not here to cause harm.

"My name is Galos, I'm one of the Guardians of the city." He motioned back at the skyline to indicate the city behind him. "While I cannot really explain why you're here, I can explain how. Chaos energy surrounds this place, we call it the Miasma, and sometimes it deposits people here.

"I'd be happy to answer any further questions you have. I'm also here to show you a quick way back to the city, and to the hospital, as it seems all of you could use some medical attention." With all of that said...he waited to see how they might respond.

"Man, if you think this is me being violent, you clearly haven't been paying attention," Lea said when Wing commented on the lack of need for violence. However, he did lower his Keyblade a bit as the satyr put up his hands. He'd at least listen to what the guy had to say.

"'Chaos energy', huh?", he said. "That sounds familiar." Disturbingly so, in fact. He thought they'd just left that party. This Galos didn't need to know the details of that though.

"Alright, I've got some questions question," Lea said. "First of all, where is 'here'? And second of all, how did you find us way out here? Because unless you just happened to be out for a nature hike with your pack of pet hovercraft, you gotta admit, it looks a bit suspicious."

"Great. The lambda's crazy cousin brought us here. Where at the FirstForged?"

Knock Out put his saw away but only to move and arms around Wing's wait. "Lean on me to stand up."

Then he turned his attention to Lea and Galos, curious about the answers too.

Wing just didn't want them to get violent without reason.

He was glad to get up, though, even if it hurt. And was even more grateful to lean on Knock Out. Owowowow...

Galos smiled, nodding at that questions. "All good questions. You are on a planet called Cybertron. And I knew you were here because of the security system in place around the city. Whenever the Miasma bubbles up within the perimeter we know of it. So I knew people had arrived and came to meet you."

And to answer the last question he looked at Knock Out and shrugged. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the First Forged."

"Nice try, buddy, but Cybertron doesn't have trees," Lea said, indicating he closest one. "The only plants that were there last I checked was a vegetable garden." He wasn't even sure trees could grow on Cybertron. They'd need a lot of topsoil and Cybetron, from what he'd seen was pretty much all metal and rock.

"And you know, the First Forged?", he said. "Really big mechs, semi-cosmic powers, like building temples in their own names and not fond of giving straight answers? If this is Cybertron you must've at least heard of them. Not like such huge-ass bots could just disappear."

Waking up hurt in a different world is reason enough to be mad, Wing, at least in Knock Out's opinion. He didn't miss Wing's obviously discomfort and Knock Out gave his waist a squeeze. "Hold on a little bit, I promise I'll kiss it better later."

He was glad to know that they were in fact in Cybertron, not so much to discover the FirstForged were gone. "It wouldn't be the first time they disappeared. We can keep discussing this while we talk."

He gave Lea, Galos and the drones an impatient look: Hello, I have an injured patient here that needs fixing! it seemed to convey.

Mad is one thing, but acting like you might attack someone when they may not have anything to do with you being hurt is something else entirely.

Wing gave him an appreciative smile and a nod.

"Well, this Cybertron has trees. Or at least, this small part of this Cybertron does."

He gives them a small bow and will turn. "This way, friends, I'll show you to the Gateway."

And so he'd lead the way. The "Gateway" is a large ring of metal built on the edge of a clearing. He steps up to it and touches a few things on a computer panel and the ring comes alive with swirling blue-white light.

"This is set to take us to right outside the Hospital." If they pay attention, they may spot "Bulkhead" inscribed along one edge.

"I more meant them disappearing without leaving any sign they were even there," Lea clarified. Though at the impatient look, he shrugged slightly, shouldering his Keyblade. Suspicious as he was, he didn't have any better ideas, so he followed along with the little group until they came to the 'Gateway'.

While Galos fiddled with the controls, Lea examined the ring itself, and in doing so, spotted something unexpected. "Hey," he asked Galos, "how come this thing has Bulkhead's name on it?" He indicated the inscription, in case no one else had spotted it.

Knock Out is still no certain that this isn't all a trick, so he's careful. He knows a lot about deception.

"Cybertron shouldn't have trees. It's not made to sustain that sort of organic life. So what happened here?"

When he sees the gateway the medic narrowea his eyes. It's obviously some sort of ground bridge but he's never seen one who looked like that. "What? His name?"

"There was a little soil to work with when we first arrived, though Irja, one of the other Guardians here, has played a large part in making organic life sustainable."

As he's putting in the orders on the Gateway's panel Lea asks his question. He leans over to see what Lea is referring to. "Oh, that? Our chief engineer put that on there. Some sort of brand name I always figured. You'd have to ask him, though."

And now the Gateway opens. "This way." He'll walk though without hesitation.

If the others follow they'll find themselves in the city, houses and apartments surround them, and a large building across the street is the Hospital.

The Gateway draws his attention. He's...starting to get a handle on the pain and will shift to look.

Sure enough, that says Bulkhead...but why? He fully intended to find this "chief engineer" to ask once his wing was fixed up.

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