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kismet_loop_logs2014-09-30 09:34 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event: game start,
- !npc | paian,
- !npc | unknown,
- !open,
- brave police j-decker | gunmax (crau),
- kingdom hearts | lea (crau),
- tf: g1 | jadewing (crau),
- tf: idw | drift (crau),
- tf: idw | wing (crau),
- tf: prime | bulkhead (crau),
- ‡‡brave police j-decker | deckard (crau),
- ‡‡frozen | elsa (crau),
- ‡‡legend of dragoon | rose (crau),
- ‡‡tf: animated | blurr (crau),
- ‡‡tf: animated | sentinel prime (crau),
- ‡‡tf: beast wars | blackarachnia (crau),
- ‡‡tf: g1 | thundercracker (crau),
- ‡‡tf: prime | knock out (crau),
- ‡‡tf: shattered | ravage (crau)
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.
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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He shifts with a groan and starts to sit up when one more piece of data registers - there's a weight on his chest, a roughly human-shaped one. The cameras in his eyes finally power up, and he looks down at himself. "Ah!" He tries not to dislodge the slender young woman as he works an arm free from . . . snow? Snow. Wow, deep snow. Works one arm free from the snow to get his hand around her to support her as he sits up slowly. Damn . . . she'll freeze out here if he doesn't do something.
Where . . . where is "here", anyway?
He spots a somewhat familiar - ?? - looking . . . he looks like Thundercracker, only green. His fellow Haven police officer had talked about another of his own having arrived a while back. "Jade . . . wing? Jadewing? Are you all right?"
He would worry about where they were in a moment. Companions' wellbeing always came first in his mind.
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hurr hurr) but not completely unconscious. In her sleep she's clinging onto whatever it is that's holding her. What even is holding her?Finally fluttering awake, she flinches, minor bruising and such finally registering. Ow. Also, metal. Metal?
Oh.
This wasn't normal. Was she trapped? Where was she? The panic begins to pool and turn into ice, freezing the surfaces of Deckard's hand and chest. He's not squishing her though, she's being held.
"What's going on? P-Please, let me down!"
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The other mech then glanced his way, seeming to recognize him. Now that Jadewing thought about hit, the blue mech looked kinda familiar too. What was his name? Placard, or something...?
"I'll live," Jadewing replied with a bit of a sigh. "Won't be flying anywhere for awhile though; left wing's fragged up. Got hit by a motorcycle." He glanced at the offending object with a withering glare, as though it had somehow damaged him on purpose, before turning his gaze back to the other mech. "How about you... Deckard, right?"
Their conversation, such as it was apparently woke the human too. Good, she wasn't dead. It was hard to tell with squishies; they were fragile, and didn't always show damage the way a mech would. And a dead human would be extremely awkward to explain, given his allegiance.
He blinked, though, when he saw the ice crystallizing on Deckard's hand and chest. It was cold here, yeah, but it wasn't that cold. Focusing in slightly revealed that it wasn't the environment that was causing the ice build up, though. So it was that human. Interesting...
"What's going on is that something got fragged up while the First Forged were trying to send you guys back where you came from," Jadewing replied. "There was some kind of explosion, and the next thing I know, we're here. Wherever 'here' is."
"And you might want to do as she says, before she accidentally freezes your joints," he added to Deckard. "Something tells me she'll be alright in the snow."
LOL yeah, I'd meant to comment on the irony of Deckard's concern for Elsa XD;;;
He looked where Jadewing indicated, startling a little. "That looks like Rose's bike-!?"
The girl cradled against his chest stirred - and started to panic - just then, drawing his attention down to her. His optics brightened a bit as he watched sudden ice form across his hand and forearm where she lay, as well as his chest. "Ah!" He split his attention between her and Jadewing as the Seeker explained . . . and then made the comment about her accidentally freezing him. Wait, her accidentally freezing him?
"Ah, miss! Miss, it's all right. My name is Deckard. I'm one of the co-heads of the Haven Police. You're safe. And . . . uh . . . " He looked at the sea of white around them. "I'd put you down, but we seem to be in a field of snow probably as deep as you are tall." He doesn't want to frighten or threaten her by refusing to release her, but he's reluctant to do so until he knows it won't endanger her health.
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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?"
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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."
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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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.))
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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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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?"
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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.
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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?"
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"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."
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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.
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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?"
Haha timing...I was working on a reply when I saw the notif for Jade come in XD
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.
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"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."
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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.
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"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'?"
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"Jadewing? You don't think . . . is that possible? Of all the places the Lambda could have thrown us?"
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"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."
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"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.
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"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.
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