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vatheon2012-01-05 08:20 pm
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First Planet
Who: Ratchet and anyone else
Where: The Plaza
When: January 5th, early evening
Status: Open
At first there was nothing. Just darkness and silence. He couldn't feel anything really, no pain, no wind, no cold or warmth. Only nothingness. But soon came a familiar sound. That whizzing sound of rushing air. Ratchet knew that sound. He was falling. The air whizzed passed his ears, making his fur move as he continued down. He shivered at the cold air, only now realizing his eyes were closed. He couldn't bring himself to open them just yet, his lids just felt too heavy.
It felt like forever as he fell downward, shivering as he felt himself grow colder and colder by the minute. Why couldn't he open his eyes? Where was he falling to? The reasons and memories just wouldn't come. He was at the Great Clock with Clank and they were saying their goodbyes. Then came the yelling and he was told to stop. He did and then...The memories came flooding back into his mind, rushing in as it all became clear.
His eyes opened and he sat up in with a jolt. His coughed, his chest burning with a need to oxygen. The coughing finally subsided, letting him gulp down that much needed air. Why did he feel so heavy? He looked at himself, staring at the water dripping from his fur and armor. That would explain it but where had the water come from? He took in his surroundings and knew instantly this was not the Great Clock. Just where was he? He stood up, shaking what water he could out of his fur before looking at the massive structure in the middle of the Plaza. Was that...coral? How did coral grow in the middle of a city underwater? And then he spotted the glowing...thing next to him. He reached out to touch it before it flew back away from him.
"Um...hello?" No response. Great.
"I don't think I'm in Polaris anymore..." Well this definitely not what he had expected. He needed to find out where he was and how to get out of here. Clank needed his help.
Where: The Plaza
When: January 5th, early evening
Status: Open
At first there was nothing. Just darkness and silence. He couldn't feel anything really, no pain, no wind, no cold or warmth. Only nothingness. But soon came a familiar sound. That whizzing sound of rushing air. Ratchet knew that sound. He was falling. The air whizzed passed his ears, making his fur move as he continued down. He shivered at the cold air, only now realizing his eyes were closed. He couldn't bring himself to open them just yet, his lids just felt too heavy.
It felt like forever as he fell downward, shivering as he felt himself grow colder and colder by the minute. Why couldn't he open his eyes? Where was he falling to? The reasons and memories just wouldn't come. He was at the Great Clock with Clank and they were saying their goodbyes. Then came the yelling and he was told to stop. He did and then...The memories came flooding back into his mind, rushing in as it all became clear.
His eyes opened and he sat up in with a jolt. His coughed, his chest burning with a need to oxygen. The coughing finally subsided, letting him gulp down that much needed air. Why did he feel so heavy? He looked at himself, staring at the water dripping from his fur and armor. That would explain it but where had the water come from? He took in his surroundings and knew instantly this was not the Great Clock. Just where was he? He stood up, shaking what water he could out of his fur before looking at the massive structure in the middle of the Plaza. Was that...coral? How did coral grow in the middle of a city underwater? And then he spotted the glowing...thing next to him. He reached out to touch it before it flew back away from him.
"Um...hello?" No response. Great.
"I don't think I'm in Polaris anymore..." Well this definitely not what he had expected. He needed to find out where he was and how to get out of here. Clank needed his help.
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"Do you need some help, sir?"
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"Yeah, actually. Do you know where I am? And where is the nearest shipyard? I'd like to get off his planet and go home."
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"Yes, I'm afraid that you're trapped in a world of some sort called Vatheon. And as for the nearest shipyard, that would be impossible because it seems that we're stuck here at the moment."
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"Great..." He sighed and shook his head. "So how did we get here? I didn't sign up to come to this Vatheon place, personally."
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"It's not as simple as it seems. I'm still looking for information but this place can take anyone from any world at any given moment. I don't think anyone wanted to come here at all."
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It took a moment for Ratchet's brain to connect exactly what he was just told, his hand hovering over his belt for a moment before moving away from it.
"Sounds like we've been captured. Whose in-charge here?"
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"However, such information should not be too difficult to find. I'm sure that I will find a way soon, I am positive." Although at the moment, she was ambivalent about the idea of escaping from vatheon.
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...was that a person? Or an animal...?
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"Hey! You mind helping out a lost Lombax over here?" He asked, motioning for N to come closer as he walked towards him.
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"Oh, sure!" He walked to him. "Are you new? You look like it. Has anyone told you anything yet?"
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"I'm sorry; it's really strange, but you get used to it."
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"Can dead people come here too?"
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He poked his head around the coral, giving Ratchet a slow, sleepy looking smile, baring all his sharp long fangs. Then the realization that this wasn't another pinkie human bro arriving here struck --Gamzee's brain always was a pace or two behind that of everybody else-- and the rest of what he was going to say just evaporated from his mind. He glanced Ratchet up and down curiously, amazed. "Woah, ain't ever seen a motherfucker all like you before, my furry brother."
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"Yeah...likewise. Name's Ratchet..." The cursing didn't bother him, he'd heard worse while eavesdropping on space robot pirates.
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"Gamzee." Oh, and then he does remember what he was going to say. Or maybe it was something else and he thought of something else to say instead. Gamzee wasn't sure but it didn't matter. No point in examining everything that went on in a motherfucker's pan too clearly. "You came to a good place, fur-bro. This hood is chill."
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"Nice to know...horn-bro. So what can you tell me about this...hood? How did I get here?"
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"That brother up and brought you here." He pointed at the coral. "It's cool though. This is all like being the best motherfuckin' spot any motherfucker can get his chill on at."
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"So the coral is magic and brought me here and got me all wet...
Sad as it is to say, this isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me."
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He glanced over at Ratchet. "If you want, we up and got towels for the new peeps what arrive. Get you all dried up. And you should touch this motherfucker too. Does a brother good. Helps him keep his strong going."
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"Sure, why not. What could it hurt?"
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