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re_alignment2013-02-08 02:37 am
megatronicpolarity) wrote in re_alignment2013-02-08 02:37 am
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[Priority Broadcast][Video - backdated to Wednesday]
[The feed opens to a view of Megatronus Prime, a bloodied sword in hand. He gives it a hard flick to clear the worst of the gore from his blade, and a chunk of what used to be one of the monstrous centipedes flies off and knocks a nearby Acolyte in the head. It stumbles out of frame. Megatronus doesn't pay it any mind and addresses his audience:]
I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.
[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]
When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.
- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.
Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.
[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]
Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.
If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.
[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]
I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.
[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]
When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.
- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.
Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.
[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]
Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.
If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.
[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]
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I guess I never thought of it that way. But say you couldn't remember who you were. You're left with no body and...the bare minimum of a consciousness. Am I still...who I am?
[He had a point, though. He'd been wanting to be ALIVE again, as he'd spoken with Blurr about...but was this such a bad payoff? He had motion, powers, and the inability to feel pain. It was what any ghost could dream of.
The flash catches his attention, and his shaded eyes dart towards it as the light trickles up, stopping at his glyph. He could almost feel a little warmth around his chest area, and reached a hand up to t-...
His hand pressed against metal.]
You healed it.
no subject
[Live long enough, and memories are eventually lost anyway. People change. That's just life.]
It would be irresponsible to push already injured soldiers into a fight, don't you agree?
[In other words: duh. 'Course he healed it - and any other wounds the man picks up over the next week. As long as the black colour of Megatronus' symbol rings his Glyph, Sissel shouldn't need to worry about lasting damage unless he plans to take a nuclear warhead to the face.]
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[And suddenly, it's like an epiphany comes over Sissel. He was a ghost trapped in a world where Daylight never rose on Earth. He was almost technically immortal, more or less. It didn't matter who he was. No one would care about that...
Just who he is now.
And what he is...is a ghost.]
I get it.
And that would be a bit silly. I appreciate the gift, Megatronus.
[He can't help but smile at that. His body was practically indestructible.]