Cybertron: A War Torn Planet. (Roleplay Tavern)

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He grins horribly. “I do have a name you know…”

 "You have no name to me since you followed your horrid master"

 “I could say the same to you, but the Decepticon have a little class.”

 He rolled his eyes and produced a fine blade made from shining steel and electrical material. "I suggest you leave. Now."

 “I think I will be. But I will be returning.”

 He rolls his eyes again and turns away. He hears a whistle, behind him Glamshot waves, grinning. "Hola chico! Seems you got yelled at by the angry priest man!"

 “Glamshot…” Scuttler pants. “I need a spot to take shelter…” He grimaces as his limp arm creaks and groans.

 He grins and lifts his purple glasses "But of course!" He chirps "The Halls of Megatron aren't far away." He said and transformed from his normal form to a fighter jet.

 Scuttler transforms into a slick, tactical buggy, with tires that stick out almost like spider legs.

 "Muy Bueno!" Glamshot says and takes off, heading towards West Side.

 Scuttler follows, although he’s quite injured so he’s going slow.

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He grins horribly. “I do have a name you know…”

 "You have no name to me since you followed your horrid master"

 “I could say the same to you, but the Decepticon have a little class.”

 He rolled his eyes and produced a fine blade made from shining steel and electrical material. "I suggest you leave. Now."

 “I think I will be. But I will be returning.”

 He rolls his eyes again and turns away. He hears a whistle, behind him Glamshot waves, grinning. "Hola chico! Seems you got yelled at by the angry priest man!"

 “Glamshot…” Scuttler pants. “I need a spot to take shelter…” He grimaces as his limp arm creaks and groans.

 He grins and lifts his purple glasses "But of course!" He chirps "The Halls of Megatron aren't far away." He said and transformed from his normal form to a fighter jet.

 Scuttler transforms into a slick, tactical buggy, with tires that stick out almost like spider legs.

 "Muy Bueno!" Glamshot says and takes off, heading towards West Side.

 Scuttler follows, although he’s quite injured so he’s going slow.

 Glamshot stands in front of the dark steel tunnel and grins, turning on his high beams. "Here we are. If you're hurt, Sparkhell can help you!" He chirped.

Hi what’s going on?

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 *Nothing much mate*

The portal turns red and black, swirling into a horrific void as something begins to slowly come through. Hundreds of partially destroyed arms, both cybertronian and humanoid, begin to reach out at all points, ripping through the portal's surface as if it were skin and releasing red gas as they do so. The red mist seems to "reveal" the wounded, squirming bodies of what must be hundreds of fallen comrades, Autobot and Decepticon, moaning for help, begging for a way out of this terrible war, all too injured to move.

 A silhouette becomes visible behind the tattered "skin" of the portal: a creature the size of a Large cybertronian, but with organic shapes instead of the perfect smooth curves or harsh angles most have. Then, suddenly, everything goes black. "Oh, dear... what a mess you've been caught up in..."

When the Autobots and Decepticons return to consciousness, it's as if nothing had happened. But there they are, lying on the floor.

*I'm assuming these are nameless NPCs and having them all make saves would be a bit boring and slow down this already lengthy intro*

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The portal turns red and black, swirling into a horrific void as something begins to slowly come through. Hundreds of partially destroyed arms, both cybertronian and humanoid, begin to reach out at all points, ripping through the portal's surface as if it were skin and releasing red gas as they do so. The red mist seems to "reveal" the wounded, squirming bodies of what must be hundreds of fallen comrades, Autobot and Decepticon, moaning for help, begging for a way out of this terrible war, all too injured to move.

 A silhouette becomes visible behind the tattered "skin" of the portal: a creature the size of a Large cybertronian, but with organic shapes instead of the perfect smooth curves or harsh angles most have. Then, suddenly, everything goes black. "Oh, dear... what a mess you've been caught up in..."

When the Autobots and Decepticons return to consciousness, it's as if nothing had happened. But there they are, lying on the floor.

*I'm assuming these are nameless NPCs and having them all make saves would be a bit boring and slow down this already lengthy intro*

 They look around before looking at one another. With tensions already high, they begin to accuse the other side. Soon, this draws the attention of Outback, who's hears the commotions. "Guys guys! Calm down!"

*Baalze you have a style. 100%. Straight up.*

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*Baalze you have a style. 100%. Straight up.*

 *Thank you, thank you, you're all too kind!*

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The portal turns red and black, swirling into a horrific void as something begins to slowly come through. Hundreds of partially destroyed arms, both cybertronian and humanoid, begin to reach out at all points, ripping through the portal's surface as if it were skin and releasing red gas as they do so. The red mist seems to "reveal" the wounded, squirming bodies of what must be hundreds of fallen comrades, Autobot and Decepticon, moaning for help, begging for a way out of this terrible war, all too injured to move.

 A silhouette becomes visible behind the tattered "skin" of the portal: a creature the size of a Large cybertronian, but with organic shapes instead of the perfect smooth curves or harsh angles most have. Then, suddenly, everything goes black. "Oh, dear... what a mess you've been caught up in..."

When the Autobots and Decepticons return to consciousness, it's as if nothing had happened. But there they are, lying on the floor.

*I'm assuming these are nameless NPCs and having them all make saves would be a bit boring and slow down this already lengthy intro*

 They look around before looking at one another. With tensions already high, they begin to accuse the other side. Soon, this draws the attention of Outback, who's hears the commotions. "Guys guys! Calm down!"

 *To be clear, the bodies were illusions, it was the real cybertronians who were on the floor. I'm not sure if I was clear about that, so I wanted to clear up any confusion.*

Some of the red mists still linger on the ground.

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The portal turns red and black, swirling into a horrific void as something begins to slowly come through. Hundreds of partially destroyed arms, both cybertronian and humanoid, begin to reach out at all points, ripping through the portal's surface as if it were skin and releasing red gas as they do so. The red mist seems to "reveal" the wounded, squirming bodies of what must be hundreds of fallen comrades, Autobot and Decepticon, moaning for help, begging for a way out of this terrible war, all too injured to move.

 A silhouette becomes visible behind the tattered "skin" of the portal: a creature the size of a Large cybertronian, but with organic shapes instead of the perfect smooth curves or harsh angles most have. Then, suddenly, everything goes black. "Oh, dear... what a mess you've been caught up in..."

When the Autobots and Decepticons return to consciousness, it's as if nothing had happened. But there they are, lying on the floor.

*I'm assuming these are nameless NPCs and having them all make saves would be a bit boring and slow down this already lengthy intro*

 They look around before looking at one another. With tensions already high, they begin to accuse the other side. Soon, this draws the attention of Outback, who's hears the commotions. "Guys guys! Calm down!"

 *To be clear, the bodies were illusions, it was the real cybertronians who were on the floor. I'm not sure if I was clear about that, so I wanted to clear up any confusion.*

Some of the red mists still linger on the ground.

 *I know but they are blaming each other for the gas.*

Outback looks at it, raising a brow. He kneels down to examine it before pressing a button on his comms set. "Hey Riotbrand.. there is some weird mist from the interportal.. I think you should check up on it since you built the portal.."

Anyone who is near the Interportal will see a rather tall for their size Large Category Cybertronian walk through the people. He is made up of jet black and red plating with a face plate covering his mouth and goggles covering his eyes. He tilts his head and looks down at Outback. 

"Mists, you say?.." his German accent clear as day compared to Outbacks Australian one. The smaller bot nods and points to the portal "They report seeing hallucinations."

*I just realized that I don't have a description prepared for this guy...*

*You know, of all the things I could forget to do...*

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*I just realized that I don't have a description prepared for this guy...*

*You know, of all the things I could forget to do...*

 *Oof*

*Someone remind me to never watch TFP again.*

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*Someone remind me to never watch TFP again.*

 *I thought prime was pretty good?*

*Okay, so I'm thinking of going with a WWI sort of military-industrial body horror for this freak.*

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*Someone remind me to never watch TFP again.*

 *I thought prime was pretty good?*

 *Which is why, if I don't stop, I'm going to end up in the bottom of a Prime Hole.*

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*Okay, so I'm thinking of going with a WWI sort of military-industrial body horror for this freak.*

 *Noice! Love it!*

*I may end up leaving soon so feel free to rp amongst each other, just nothing damaging considering no one is here to stop you lot. :3*