Nick Burkhardt (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
detectivetroll) wrote2012-05-21 11:10 pm
detectivetroll) wrote2012-05-21 11:10 pm
[001 | Open Commentlog]
[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.
So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.
He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.
See? Never expect things.
His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]
[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]
So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.
He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.
See? Never expect things.
His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]
[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]
late and vastly not human is always welcome! <3
No, I should have-
[And then he's just kind of staring. He blinks, hard, as if he's checking to make sure it's not just his eyesight. Or his Grimm sight, or whatever. No, pretty firmly still there.]
I can safely say you're pretty much the last thing I expected to run across in a medieval castle.
So we're both late, good.
The level of technology available, at least as far as we know, is rather discordant, isn't it? I can't say it's a situation that suits me either.
[There might have been a small smile on his lips, because that reaction was kind of amusing.]
It doesn't seem as if our "host" pays much attention to where we come from, however.
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I haven't seen anything here more technologically advanced than a torch, aside from what I came in with.
[Not looking at someone when you're talking to them is rude, Burkhardt. Right, okay, robot. That's apparently happening. People that aren't people, trailers full of old books about killing supernatural creatures, and now robots. Why not.]
No, apparently not. So you're another "resident" here?
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[Which he'd rather minimize the need for, even if he has seen enough magic to know it's around. And it might be rude, but Jetfire doesn't, at least, register it as such. He's often talked to people without facing them when doing other things.]
As anyone of us, not by choice. You've recently arrived... or woken up, I suppose, since we all seem to do that, then?
[The Keep isn't overwhelmingly large, but he still hasn't talked to everybody around, or even seen them in passing, so he won't presume.]
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[But no really, the kidnappers have video games in a tower? That's just creepy. He makes a bit of a face at 'magic.']
I'm really starting to hate unexplained sources like 'magic.'
[Magic never ends with anything good, in Nick's limited experience with it.]
Not just me who was somewhere else one second and then waking up here the next, then?
[He hesitates for a brief moment.]
All right, this is going to be a weird question, and you can definitely say no, but I can take your picture? I have this friend who knows pretty much everything there is to know, but I'm pretty sure he's never met someone like you.
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[The noise out of Jetfire at the complaint about magic is certainly agreeing.]
It's not something I prefer to accept; the closest explanation I've come upon would be a form of energy outside of the conventional range, but technically, as soon as such an energy, even if the source is unexplained can be reliably harnessed and bent along its laws, it is not conventional "magic" any longer.
[Supernatural, perhaps, though.]
As far as I've understood it, we all wake up in the same way, having previously been doing something else, been somewhere else... And in some cases forcibly changed.
[He frowned slightly; he wasn't capable of mass-shifting, and yet, that had clearly been done, and said mass being undetectably locked away from him as well. Helm tilting at Nick's request, he chuckled slightly.]
As I've understood it, most humans haven't had Earth visited by aliens... any sort of aliens. You're free to take a picture if you want to.
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[Then again, the last case of kidnapping he dealt with involved the prisoners being forced to fight each other to the death, which really didn't involve a lot of boredom.]
To be honest, the whole magic thing is a really new concept for me. I didn't even know anything like it was possible until a little while ago, let alone how to reliably harness it.
[Magic is weird and confusing, that's all he knows. And he doesn't like it. Supernatural, that he has a better handle on. Shape shifting and that kind of stuff isn't magic and spells. And then he frowns, brow furrowing.]
Forcibly changed? That really doesn't sound good.
[Nick brightens a bit when his request for a picture is approved, and he pulls out his phone, holding it up to snap a few pictures. It may have no reception, but the camera function works just fine.]
Thanks, man, he's going to - wait, did you say alien?
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[There was the heated water in one of the towers, but since he could wash off perfectly well with cooler water and didn't need to clean off in the same way, Jetfire wasn't really aware of that.]
I've only come upon one... two, admittedly, beyond normal situations. It's first when I came here I saw or was told anything remotely called "magic".
[If he was less patient, and more of a skeptic, he'd be more vehement with insisting magic didn't exist. But he's met/seen... what is probably his own creator, and a clone with more power available than should be possible. He hums faintly and nods.]
I ought to be around thirty five feet, not ten, and while mass shifting is possible to some individuals of my species, it's not something I, personally can do... but I and the few others here have obviously had it done to us...
[The reaction to the mention of alien has Jetfire chuckling slightly as he leans against the wall, rubbing his chin.]
Mmm, yes. The planet I, and the three others who are of the same species as I am, come from is named Cybertron.
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[They're probably completely off the grid. Man, Nick doesn't even want to think about where they are. There's plenty of places in Oregon that could probably fit, he's just going to have to hope it's one of them.]
Not exactly a great introduction to magic. I'm not sure there really is a good one, but still probably better than 'hey, you've been kidnapped, and by the way it's magic.'
[About a year ago, Nick wouldn't have believed it himself. But since then, he's experienced way too much to be a skeptic to magic. And then he cranes his head upwards slightly, as if imagining a thirty five foot tall robot, before looking back down.]
Great. Now they not only kidnap people, but shrink them down to whatever size suits them.
[Nick considers that for a moment, then shakes his head with a grin.]
Yeah, okay, I guess if fairy tales and legends can be true, UFOs and the rumors about aliens probably could be, too.
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Mmm, perhaps. I am still not sure Deior necessarily took us here by magic; the explanation given for our presence doesn't make sense, magic or no magic, but there are enough theories that suggest the existence of a multiverse and alternate realities, which have been proven by this place...
Magic, though, I've had other individuals here explain. I did not even consider the possibility that we were, or are, brought here by magic at the beginning.
[The loss of twenty five feet kind of hurts. He's gotten used to it, but it often doesn't feel right. He's much too small. Nick's action of looking up and down does get a small smile from Jetfire, however.]
It seems to be done so that we can take advantage of the accomodations given... No one else have reported being shrunk, so I think you're safe.
[He tilts his helm at that, though, looking down at Nick with curiosity.]
Fairy tales and legends? [It's as much a question of what he means by the terms themselves as an inquiry of how.] Real, how?
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That whole thing about how our homes have been destroyed? Yeah, that makes pretty much no sense. I have no idea why he expects us to believe it based on a cryptic note and no evidence.
I didn't either, at first, but it's starting to look like more of a possibility.
[He starts to reply to the rest of that, but then one part of it catches his attention.]
'We'? Dude, there's more of you here?
[His brows furrow slightly at the tone.]
Uh, yeah, you know, stuff like Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs? Which you probably might not know, actually, if you're an alien. But there's these stories that everyone tells, back home, and most people think they're just made up. I recently found out they were actually based in truth.
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Precisely so... The only evidence for anything I've seen so far is that alternate and multiple realities exist... And the fact that a few here have supposedly been in a place before they came here where their worlds were supposedly destroyed as well... does not lend strength to Deior's claim.
[Jetfire nods, managing to keep his amused expression internal.]
Indeed there is. There's me, then Starscream, Ironhide and Ratchet.
[He nods slowly at the explanation, cocking his helm in thought.]
I know the type of story you mean, but no, not familiar with those. I spent a mere... two days, if that, aware and mobile on Earth before coming here and I was... busy, for that length of time. Starscream might know them...
[He shrugs a bit and refocuses on Nick.]
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[Nick won't be buying this any time soon. There's way too many holes in it. And he manages to mostly hide his curiosity about the fact that there's apparently four alien robots here.]
Four more aliens than I've ever met before.
[He blinks, because really, only two days on Earth before getting captured here? That pretty much sucks.]
...yeah, that's definitely not a great introduction to Earth. Usually there's a lot less mysterious kidnappings like this involved.
If he does know them, though, you should ask him to tell you them. They're actually pretty interesting.
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While it might be hypothetically possible to travel to an infinite amount of places withina very short time, every act of moving from one dimension to another would take time, and no matter how they're interconnected - or not - even with an infinitesmal timelapse at each jump... every astrosecond would could, which would become seconds, and the message says everything "has been" destroyed.
Not is being, and if it's in the past, then further individuals shouldn't keep appearing here.
[Technically, he'd spent a few thousand years on Earth. Just... frozen. But yes, only two days actually waliking around and aware.]
I doubt this is Earth, truly, since, by magic or technology-generated forcefield, the sky is capped by an invisible ceiling, and there is no sun in what we see of the sky...
[Jetfire chuckled a bit, shaking his helm.]
I'll ask, but even if he does know them, he might deny it... I'm not sure how much he wants to admit to knowing human culture.