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legionmissions2017-01-03 06:11 am
letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2017-01-03 06:11 am
NO SANITY CLAUSE [modplot]
Who| Open to everyone not in "Silent Horizon"
What| An alternate version of The Joker, Herald of Chronoblivion, wreaks havoc on Cargg
Where| Relegg, capitol city of Cargg
When| Shortly after the other half of the team is deployed to the Silent Horizon
Warnings/Notes| Bombs, madpeople, forced drugging/torture of civilians, creepiness, and chaos
It starts with a bang, of course. Bombs going off, Joker gas making innocent Carggites go completely mad. Joker gang members, paid mercenaries and criminals, pour out into the streets, damaging property and attacking whoever they come in contact with. It's all one big nightmarish surprise -- but one that clearly took a lot of planning. All these bombs, and gas deployment systems, and tech suppression devices, and all these minions... it's random and yet not, calculated and improvised all at once.
This universe hasn't seen a villain like this in 1000 years, and last time it saw it, it was the same one, albeit a version native to this dimension. This one's from another similar dimension, but he dances around in the middle of it all the same way, laughing. Floating cameras broadcast his face to every viewscreen in the UP; he's taken over all the channels.
His body is strange, the colors of his skin and clothes and anything he touches black and white and inverted, like the negative of a photo, but that wide Cheshire grin is just as sinister as it's always been -- in the past or present, in this universe or any other.
"Hellooooo United Planets! Are you sick of having most social ills abolished? Tired of languishing under the heavy burden of an actually functional justice system? Are you bored with never wanting or needing for anything?" He waves both arms with a flourish and does a little soft shoe. "Then it's your lucky day! For a paltry sum of absolutely nothing, you can have your very own Joker! I slice 'em, I dice 'em, I make julienne surprise! Which you need desperately; just admit it, living in a perfect universe is a drag! Humdrum! Tedious!"
He blows a raspberry and waves a hand like it's the worst thing he's ever heard.
"It's a bunch of hooey, I tell ya'. Fortunately, for you, I'm here to blow the galaxy wide open!" Explosions go off behind him and there's a chorus of screams. "Literally!"
He lets out a chilling laugh, like someone's just told him the funniest joke he's ever heard.
"I even recruited a motley crew of madmen to help me with this momentous occasion -- including some UP citizens I tortured to insanity in my Ha Ha Hacienda, my own little homemade Arkham just outside the city. I missed some old friends, don'cha know, from the golden days when psychotics could roll through the revolving doors of the nuthut and freely wander the streets. I couldn't get any of them crazy enough to put on a bat costume -- that was a little too nutty even for them, hoo hoo! -- but I managed to get some familiar faces grinning back at me again, with only a turn or two of the thumbscrews."
His smile widens, even though that should be impossible for it to get any wider.
"This is just the start! Because your precious heroes, those brave souls in the Legion of Superheroes -- they've kept a little secret from the fair citizens of the UP." He leans in close to one of the cameras. "And it's that I'm just the opening act! The warm up! The main event is still to come. Y'see, I'm good pals with Chronoblivion, a monster from outside of space and time that's almost as maniacal as me, and after I've set the galaxy on fire -- and made sure it's well done -- he's ready to settle in for the main course, i.e. you. Your whole universe is going right down the hatch!"
He sweeps both arms out.
"Until then, sit back and enjoy the show, kids! I promise it'll be a gas!"
Another bomb explodes, filling the area around him with Joker gas. Screams in the area around him start turning to hysterical laughter that matches his own laugh, which bursts out of him like a living thing.
"HA HA HA HA! AHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHAHA!"
What| An alternate version of The Joker, Herald of Chronoblivion, wreaks havoc on Cargg
Where| Relegg, capitol city of Cargg
When| Shortly after the other half of the team is deployed to the Silent Horizon
Warnings/Notes| Bombs, madpeople, forced drugging/torture of civilians, creepiness, and chaos
It starts with a bang, of course. Bombs going off, Joker gas making innocent Carggites go completely mad. Joker gang members, paid mercenaries and criminals, pour out into the streets, damaging property and attacking whoever they come in contact with. It's all one big nightmarish surprise -- but one that clearly took a lot of planning. All these bombs, and gas deployment systems, and tech suppression devices, and all these minions... it's random and yet not, calculated and improvised all at once.
This universe hasn't seen a villain like this in 1000 years, and last time it saw it, it was the same one, albeit a version native to this dimension. This one's from another similar dimension, but he dances around in the middle of it all the same way, laughing. Floating cameras broadcast his face to every viewscreen in the UP; he's taken over all the channels.
His body is strange, the colors of his skin and clothes and anything he touches black and white and inverted, like the negative of a photo, but that wide Cheshire grin is just as sinister as it's always been -- in the past or present, in this universe or any other.
"Hellooooo United Planets! Are you sick of having most social ills abolished? Tired of languishing under the heavy burden of an actually functional justice system? Are you bored with never wanting or needing for anything?" He waves both arms with a flourish and does a little soft shoe. "Then it's your lucky day! For a paltry sum of absolutely nothing, you can have your very own Joker! I slice 'em, I dice 'em, I make julienne surprise! Which you need desperately; just admit it, living in a perfect universe is a drag! Humdrum! Tedious!"
He blows a raspberry and waves a hand like it's the worst thing he's ever heard.
"It's a bunch of hooey, I tell ya'. Fortunately, for you, I'm here to blow the galaxy wide open!" Explosions go off behind him and there's a chorus of screams. "Literally!"
He lets out a chilling laugh, like someone's just told him the funniest joke he's ever heard.
"I even recruited a motley crew of madmen to help me with this momentous occasion -- including some UP citizens I tortured to insanity in my Ha Ha Hacienda, my own little homemade Arkham just outside the city. I missed some old friends, don'cha know, from the golden days when psychotics could roll through the revolving doors of the nuthut and freely wander the streets. I couldn't get any of them crazy enough to put on a bat costume -- that was a little too nutty even for them, hoo hoo! -- but I managed to get some familiar faces grinning back at me again, with only a turn or two of the thumbscrews."
His smile widens, even though that should be impossible for it to get any wider.
"This is just the start! Because your precious heroes, those brave souls in the Legion of Superheroes -- they've kept a little secret from the fair citizens of the UP." He leans in close to one of the cameras. "And it's that I'm just the opening act! The warm up! The main event is still to come. Y'see, I'm good pals with Chronoblivion, a monster from outside of space and time that's almost as maniacal as me, and after I've set the galaxy on fire -- and made sure it's well done -- he's ready to settle in for the main course, i.e. you. Your whole universe is going right down the hatch!"
He sweeps both arms out.
"Until then, sit back and enjoy the show, kids! I promise it'll be a gas!"
Another bomb explodes, filling the area around him with Joker gas. Screams in the area around him start turning to hysterical laughter that matches his own laugh, which bursts out of him like a living thing.
"HA HA HA HA! AHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHAHA!"
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One of the few things Jason's actually good at is hand to hand fighting. Which shouldn't be a surprise. Unfortunately, he doesn't get much of a chance to do it in the Legion. Partially because punching someone with super strength is for dopes (not that it's kept Jason from doing it in the past), partially because if you want a good martial artist, you're better off looking at Karate Kid or Gohan or Videl.
At least, that's the common thought. He prescribes to it as well. Gohan's at least as good as Videl, if not better, Videl's a world champ, and Karate Kid is, well. Karate Kid. He's good, but he can't match up to that. But when it comes down to half a dozen crazed Carggites and he's not even breathing hard when the dust settles? It might be harder to swallow.
"You good?" He glanced over his shoulder briefly before bending over to pick up the satchel of medicine they'd been asked to deliver to this tech-blank zone. Seemed like the madmen roaming the streets had a radar when it came to superheroes, though. This was the second scuffle they'd run into, and Jason, for one, was really wishing that their flight rings worked around here. "I think I hear more of them coming, we'd better split while we can."
Giant Robots:
You know, most people would give up when dropping a hoverbus onto something's head didn't knock it down. Then again, most people didn't buy into the belief that shaving would make your hair grow any faster, but that didn't stop Jason from trying for a totally awesome beard. Or at least some stubble. His continued status as a babyface didn't show any signs of letting up, though.
After it threw the bus back at him, though, even Jason had to admit it was time to duck down to a rooftop and huddle behind the ledges. "Man, whoever made those things really overdid it. How tough does a giant robot need to be, huh?" They didn't even have the decency to look cool while they were being invincible. No, they were done up like some big-headed Nutcracker version of that Valor guy.
Of all the things to make him wish for his Zord.
He shrugs his shoulders, pressing his back to the ledge, and speaks into his ring. "Okay, I'm all out of ideas. I dented it, but I don't think it made much of a difference. Anyone else have a plan?" He paused. "One that doesn't involve sneaking through the mouth to see if it has a cockpit? They're chewers." He'd tried and almost lost a hand.
Giant robots!
It's not real fun to have the bus thrown at you and when Casey ends up cowering behind the same roof ledge. "That's kinda the point of a giant robot. Kinda wish it'd get snagged on some of that junk it's carryin' around."
He risked a quick peek over the edge and frowned. "Last time I took on a big bot it had an exhaust vent I knocked some explosives into. I got the boom, but I can't find a vent!"
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He squinted down at them, remembering his earlier plans. What was this guy's deal, again? Oh, right. Reaper could make explosions. Time to alter the plan a little. "Or we can try to drop your bombs into its mouth. You got a good arm?" Even if there wasn't a cockpit to hide in, the head was still the best spot to open up with.
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The mouth was a pretty big target too. But, uh, it's totally walking away from them right now. "...Can't really hit it with it's back turned, though. Got any ideas how to turn it around?"
If not, he's roof-hoping until he gets ahead of it or he runs out of roof.
Gang Fights/Relief Efforts
"Guess I'm going to have to be," he answers Jason's first question. "Let's go before they get here."
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He'd like to dose them with the Smilex antidotes. They had more than a few. But the people they'd made their promises to needed them more. "Right. Let's go. I think they're only about four blocks thataway."
Four blocks isn't much. When the roads are clear and you don't have raving lunatics lusting after your blood. He sets off at a jog, wishing he had more people around to expand the range of his powers a little. Not that it helped much. The blips on his mental radar signifying life didn't exactly tell him whether it was friendly or not. Just that they were good, for the moment.
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Especially with Jason around. He likes the guy just fine, but his fire powers are hard enough to control without amplification. He's not even sure what would happen if both of them used their powers at the same time, but he has horrible visions of destroying entire city blocks.
Four blocks. He can make it four blocks. At least, assuming that shadow and that horrible whining overhead don't do them in first.
"CAR!" he shouts in warning as a hovercar peels out of an alley and veers toward them.