Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

[kismet_loop_mods]

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.

Comments

And Bulk can deal with goat man over here for now.

[not_the_scapegoat]

The satyr smiles. "My name is Galos. I'm one of the Guardians of the city."

Oh boy

[neverputincharge]

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.

[not_the_scapegoat]

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."

[neverputincharge]

"Cybertron? Now I know you're lyin'. Cybertron don't look like this." He motions at, well, his grassy surroundings. Cybertron's made of metal, it's not Earth.

"Yeah? ...and what's the catch?" They got injured here, , and he's still a little suspicious.

[not_the_scapegoat]

"Is it really so hard to believe a place can change? It's only a small part that's come to support organic life. I assure you, though, this is Cybertron."

He shakes his head. "No catch. People arrive from time to time and we try to see they receive information, a place to stay, a way to communicate, and if necessary medical attention."

[neverputincharge]

"It is, considering the Cybertron we were just on didn't look like like this." Sure the organics had workd on something to grow. But nothing like this. "Okay, assuming you're telling the truth, how old is this Cybertron?" He can tell not as young as theirs, that's quite a bit of building there in the city.

"Right." Sure, he'll take it fir now, but have to admit this is all suspicious. "Definitely looks like ya got more than just temples and a couple other buildings."

[not_the_scapegoat]

"We're not sure how old the planet is exactly. It was empty when the first of us arrived about five hundred years ago. There was the starting of a small city already, though, though no one in it. We've built it up from there. Including the flora that's come to thrive here. It's had a little help."

He just shrugs. What can he say? He's telling the truth, not his problem you came from another Cybertron and can't accept that this one is different.