kismet_loop_logs | 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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[Blurr nods at Rose and Gunmax but only success in making his dizziness worse. Then he stares at Galos.

And stares.

And stares.

And stares.

And then eh turns to the others while pointing at Galos.]

Guys I am the only one who can see that talking goat or....?

[Not offense meant Galos, but he still thought he was hallucinating.]

You are not seeing things Blurr.

[Rose kept her attention oh Galos, her hand still on her sword. She's not very trusting after all.]

And why should we trust you?

[Gunmax stands and stumbles SO GRACEFULLY (not really) over to Blurr, glancing at the goat dude and the sword chick before shrugging like this is all perfectly normal and kneeling next to the little blue dude.

And waving in front of his face. HOW MANY FINGERS AM I WAVING IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE BLURR]

Yo, you okay?

Not gonna lie, if this little goat guy knows a mechanic, I think we oughta go with him.

I can give you no reason to trust me that would be worth anything. I realize that trust must be earned miss.

...But your friend does not seem to be doing well. I think getting him to a medic would be a really good idea.

A small consolation. [At least he hasn't gone completely insane. He gives Gunmax a weak smile.] I feel like my processor is getting cut in half, I think I hit my head but it's okay, really...[It just hurts like hell.] Can you help me to get up, please?

[Blurr gives Galos another weak smile.] Sorry we are a bit confused about what is going on and I dont' recall ever meeting a satyr again.

Very well. [She lets go of the hilt, but she keeps a wary eye on the Satyr.]

Mind telling us where we are as you lead the way?

[Galos nodded as he turned, ready to lead the way back as soon as Gunmax had Blurr on his feet]

Of course, miss. You're on Cybertron.

Edited 2014-10-07 19:11 (UTC)

[And Gunmax is TOTALLY being a bro and helping POOR LITTLE CUTIE BLURR up.]

This don't look like any part of Cybertron I've seen. Then again, I barely saw any of it. So... whatever.

[Totally not feeling like arguing FOR ONCE it's amazing right]

[Who are you calling little! >:/ He's just...compact. But Blurr appreciates and thanks to Gunmax before leaning against him.]

Cybertron doesn't have this much organic life. [HE SEES GREEN. GREEN IS THW WRONG COLOR.] Did something happen?

This is a Cybertron?

[She wonders if this is how the Cybertron they would have turned out if there were more organics taking refuge there.]

The one we came from was very young. Is that the same with this one?

I couldn't say exactly how old this planet is. It is certainly still changing and growing, but there are also ruins, implying that there used to be others here. [He shrugs]

This is Cybertron, though. Another Guardian is to thank for the ability of organic life to flourish here.

You know what, sure. Why not. We all come from wacky, bizarro alternate universes anyway. Why can't this be a Cybertron too? Whatever, right?

[Gunmax gives negative fucks right now man]

But Cybertron shouldn't look like this..... [Blurr is probably alone in his woes. He leans against Gunmax, too sore to keep complaining.]

Alright then..eh..who's in charge here?

So this Cybertron is suited for both metal and organic forms of life... [Well it will at least be easier to live here for those like her.]

Also, who are the guardians?

I am, of course, [He gives a bit of a bow....and add this almost as an afterthought] and the other Guardians.

There are several of us here. Iraj, for instance has helped the organic life flourish here, there's Paian, an amazing healer, and Gyroscope, he's something of a scholar. There are...well, were eleven of us. A couple seem to have decided to leave recently. A pity, makes it harder for the rest of use to keep the Miasma at bay.

[DON'T WORRY BLURR the scrawniest BP will totally protect you or make sure you don't faceplant or something whatev.]

The hell's a Miasma? That doesn't even sound like a real word.

[Leave it to Gunmax to offer helpful input.]

[Gee, Gunmax, what a relief. just make sure none of you trips and fall over the organics that cloud get really messy really quickly.]

Sounds like sometime similar to the lambda. [Blurr mutter a 'don't swear in front of the ladies, it's rude' to Gunmax.]

A scholar?

[Rose gives a bit of a nod.]

It does sound like another version of the Lambda.

What about the First Forged? Are there versions of them here as well?

Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

WELL WE DIDN'T ASK TO BE SAVED THIS WAY, DID WE? щ(ﾟДﾟщ)

It could have at least done it with less concussions!

JUST SHOW ME TO THE BEER

Fine...beer you shall have.

CAN WE HAVE CANDY TOO?

OH AND ICECREAM!

OMG YOU UNGRATEFUL BRATS!! FINE CANDY, ICE CREAM, AND BEER! HAPPY NOW?!

YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!

CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE NOW? /Noms candy

/Happily noms ice cream~

SIGH Such ungrateful children.

D:<

↖('` ◣ ﹏◢)Ψ hue hue hue

>3

I disown you all, you're all on your own now.

WE DON'T NEED YOU DAD

WE CAN TAKE CARE OF OURSELVES /builds pillow fort

YEAH! WHO NEEDS YOU ANYWAY?