Post by Mistwind on Apr 27, 2012 15:31:08 GMT -5
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Mistwind was.... He is on Earth. 'Planet of the Humans', he reminds himself with a shiver as he threads through the woods. His optics are dimly lit and hardly visible. The way they should be right now. It is night, but a shimmer of metal could still attract unwanted attention. He cannot attract attention to himself. The tiny mech can hear roads, the cars of the few humans who travel at night. Every single one could pose a threat.
He reaches the edge of this cluster of trees, crouching low to the ground. There's a road down there. He can see how it's formed differently than the rest of the ground. A car zooms along it. He pulls a sleeve just a bit further down, making sure that no metal could be seen even though he's too far to be noticeable by those who do not seek. Paranoid? Mistwind is definitely paranoid.
He wavers and checks his map. With a gnash of his teeth Mistwind concludes the worst. He has to cross this road at some point and this seems like the best place. The light of a large city shines at the horizon, and the land is speckled with a few small villages. None too close by. This place is darkest.
A couple of days ago Mistwind had woken up, dazed, alone. His radio was broken from some crash he didn't remember, and Mistwind lacked the knowledge to repair it. He was stranded. At first he had hidden away but when his stress cleared he understood that waiting wasn't going to help him out. He could last a great while, but not forever. So he had set off, without a clue as to where to go.
He headed south. Gathering cloth from trash and whatnot he fabricated a suit to help him camouflage. At least he had skill in that. It took a bit of extra work, but if he wanted to he could rip it apart instantly should he need to transform. But for now, from a distance and in the dark, he could pass as a cloaked shape of a human. Possibly a backpacker. Mistwind hoped that was feasible enough for his directive.
The road is quiet, only a few cars pass every once in a while. Mistwind looks for an opening large enough to slip through. It's difficult because he mustn't attract attention from the car passing and remain unnoticeable for the car coming next. He waits, and minutes pass. Eventually, a lone car approaches, stirring hope within Mistwind. It gets closer to the point of passing him, and when it does, Mistwind gets ready to launch himself down the slope. He's just about to do so when he spots another set of headlights in the distance.
He hesitates. Grits his teeth. Well, he must make a decision now; Dirt gets kicked up as he races down the slope, picking up speed. His processors calculate possibilities, percentages shift from 'unseen' to 'spotted' to 'exposed'. He'd risk it. He has to. He knows what it's like to run on this soil, but it's still not as fast as he could if it were metal. His feet, both covered in cloth, dig into the ground from the force he's exercising. They leave prints, but so be it.
He hits the asphalt, crunching the edge a bit but the rest holds his weight. He's not that heavy. He races across, scanners detecting that there is a slight 20-25% chance that the driver or passenger might spot a dark human form hurrying across in the far distance. Within seconds, Mistwind lands on dirt once more and hurries to the protection of the next gathering of trees.
The car zips past. Mistwind doesn't stay to check if it slows down or not. He risked this because he has a directive. He'll just assume that the human might have seen a flash of his cloak. There might be a chance that some kind of local authority is called to make a report. But that might not even be until the next morning. Too many possibilities to think about.
Mistwind keeps on running. He'll just make sure to be long gone before anyone arrives here to check.
[40 human minutes further inland]
A little farmstead. All lights turned off. The family living there is fast asleep.
Their land is being observed from the border. It's a calculation of their property, a consideration on 'how safe is this?'.
Mistwind observes what he can see from the house. Is that a dog's nest? The little house next to the porch sure looks like it. Dog. Mistwind wrinkles his nose, this is going to be a challenge. Dogs are guarding units, and they hear and smell much better than near-blind humans. Silently, Mistwind loops around the grain field, entering as far from the house as possible. He'd have to work fast. This has to be done. Growth rustles and wheat brushes against his form. He tries to avoid trampling them. At the center he begins to carefully crush the plants.
Mistwind stands for a unique problem. He can't transmit through his radio, so he needs to lure the humans into transmitting for him. Fortunately, there is a lure: Humans call them crop circles. Mistwind calls them glyphs. An S.O.S. written in Cybertronian, popping up across the land following a Cybertronian algorithm. Together, Mistwind hoped that they would reunite him with an ally.
With some luck, this one will be on the human news tomorrow. Perhaps he should go and kick the dog later when he's finished, just to help things along.
In contradiction to earlier: Mistwind is hereby not available yet for summoning. He's M.I.A. and trying to find his way back into the grid without being shot or something. Signals can be picked up and interpreted by any side.
He's traveling across the land, putting down his S.O.S. glyphs according to a pattern that is easier to trace for a transformer than for a human. Humans could potentially trace it eventually, but then we'd be going into NASA science stuff... for grain circles.
Location: probably close to the Michigan state.
Players can pick up on this thread (or ICly mention knowing about it) without already getting in this thread if they want. Joining at a later moment/location is possible. Just let me know about the setting where you'd want your character to run into Mistwind. This thread might continue itself to a new location/event after about 10 days if left alone.
Mistwind was.... He is on Earth. 'Planet of the Humans', he reminds himself with a shiver as he threads through the woods. His optics are dimly lit and hardly visible. The way they should be right now. It is night, but a shimmer of metal could still attract unwanted attention. He cannot attract attention to himself. The tiny mech can hear roads, the cars of the few humans who travel at night. Every single one could pose a threat.
He reaches the edge of this cluster of trees, crouching low to the ground. There's a road down there. He can see how it's formed differently than the rest of the ground. A car zooms along it. He pulls a sleeve just a bit further down, making sure that no metal could be seen even though he's too far to be noticeable by those who do not seek. Paranoid? Mistwind is definitely paranoid.
He wavers and checks his map. With a gnash of his teeth Mistwind concludes the worst. He has to cross this road at some point and this seems like the best place. The light of a large city shines at the horizon, and the land is speckled with a few small villages. None too close by. This place is darkest.
A couple of days ago Mistwind had woken up, dazed, alone. His radio was broken from some crash he didn't remember, and Mistwind lacked the knowledge to repair it. He was stranded. At first he had hidden away but when his stress cleared he understood that waiting wasn't going to help him out. He could last a great while, but not forever. So he had set off, without a clue as to where to go.
He headed south. Gathering cloth from trash and whatnot he fabricated a suit to help him camouflage. At least he had skill in that. It took a bit of extra work, but if he wanted to he could rip it apart instantly should he need to transform. But for now, from a distance and in the dark, he could pass as a cloaked shape of a human. Possibly a backpacker. Mistwind hoped that was feasible enough for his directive.
The road is quiet, only a few cars pass every once in a while. Mistwind looks for an opening large enough to slip through. It's difficult because he mustn't attract attention from the car passing and remain unnoticeable for the car coming next. He waits, and minutes pass. Eventually, a lone car approaches, stirring hope within Mistwind. It gets closer to the point of passing him, and when it does, Mistwind gets ready to launch himself down the slope. He's just about to do so when he spots another set of headlights in the distance.
He hesitates. Grits his teeth. Well, he must make a decision now; Dirt gets kicked up as he races down the slope, picking up speed. His processors calculate possibilities, percentages shift from 'unseen' to 'spotted' to 'exposed'. He'd risk it. He has to. He knows what it's like to run on this soil, but it's still not as fast as he could if it were metal. His feet, both covered in cloth, dig into the ground from the force he's exercising. They leave prints, but so be it.
He hits the asphalt, crunching the edge a bit but the rest holds his weight. He's not that heavy. He races across, scanners detecting that there is a slight 20-25% chance that the driver or passenger might spot a dark human form hurrying across in the far distance. Within seconds, Mistwind lands on dirt once more and hurries to the protection of the next gathering of trees.
The car zips past. Mistwind doesn't stay to check if it slows down or not. He risked this because he has a directive. He'll just assume that the human might have seen a flash of his cloak. There might be a chance that some kind of local authority is called to make a report. But that might not even be until the next morning. Too many possibilities to think about.
Mistwind keeps on running. He'll just make sure to be long gone before anyone arrives here to check.
[40 human minutes further inland]
A little farmstead. All lights turned off. The family living there is fast asleep.
Their land is being observed from the border. It's a calculation of their property, a consideration on 'how safe is this?'.
Mistwind observes what he can see from the house. Is that a dog's nest? The little house next to the porch sure looks like it. Dog. Mistwind wrinkles his nose, this is going to be a challenge. Dogs are guarding units, and they hear and smell much better than near-blind humans. Silently, Mistwind loops around the grain field, entering as far from the house as possible. He'd have to work fast. This has to be done. Growth rustles and wheat brushes against his form. He tries to avoid trampling them. At the center he begins to carefully crush the plants.
Mistwind stands for a unique problem. He can't transmit through his radio, so he needs to lure the humans into transmitting for him. Fortunately, there is a lure: Humans call them crop circles. Mistwind calls them glyphs. An S.O.S. written in Cybertronian, popping up across the land following a Cybertronian algorithm. Together, Mistwind hoped that they would reunite him with an ally.
With some luck, this one will be on the human news tomorrow. Perhaps he should go and kick the dog later when he's finished, just to help things along.
In contradiction to earlier: Mistwind is hereby not available yet for summoning. He's M.I.A. and trying to find his way back into the grid without being shot or something. Signals can be picked up and interpreted by any side.
He's traveling across the land, putting down his S.O.S. glyphs according to a pattern that is easier to trace for a transformer than for a human. Humans could potentially trace it eventually, but then we'd be going into NASA science stuff... for grain circles.
Location: probably close to the Michigan state.
Players can pick up on this thread (or ICly mention knowing about it) without already getting in this thread if they want. Joining at a later moment/location is possible. Just let me know about the setting where you'd want your character to run into Mistwind. This thread might continue itself to a new location/event after about 10 days if left alone.